Don’t go there at night, they said. The Bogeyman lives there. He waits for you and your friends to break the rules and come to play. He will sneak up on you, teeth bared. You won’t see him. He is invisible unless you believe in him which you know you don’t. He will wrap his fingers around your neck, slowly, so it feels like your collar blowing in the wind. Then he will pull you close, hard. His coat will wrap around you and swallow you whole. You won’t have time to scream. He will take each and every one of you. One by one. It only takes a minute. Nothing left but scattered cans and bags of chips uneaten. Beware the Bogeyman, your mother probably said. You didn’t believe her. You won’t believe her until his jaws around sinking into your skull. It is amazing how wide he can smile before he take his first bite. Don’t go there at night. The Bogeyman will find you. He will be the last one to see you alive.