A short story about the Bogeyman. You can call him the Boogeyman or Boogieman if you want. This is the real one. But nothing like you thought he was. He's more sinister, more insidious and just downright sneaky. But here's the thing, ole Bogey isn't just some ordinary or carnival monster anxious to put a scare into you. He has higher aspirations. Like taking your hand and slapping God's face with it. Now, that's blasphemy. The thing is, blasphemy is what ole Bogey is mostly about. That and an eternal hatred that saturates his whole being. He doesn't mind scaring the unholy bejeebers out of you, but he'd rather kill God

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