•E/C: Eye Color

•Y/N: Your Name

My body trembles beneath my warm, white comforter as I toss and turn in my bed. I can't sleep, nor do I want to, but if I don't, then I'll have to look upon the monster again. The night is the only time he comes unbearably close to me, which makes matters way worse. I don't know what's more terrifying: the nightmares or his face. I think they might be equal in terms of traumatizing.

'I can't take this anymore! I should just kill myself to make this end!' My eyes snap open to reveal my wide, E/C orbs.

"Kill...myself," I mutter under my breath. The mere thought of finally getting peace at the price of my life actually sounds...tempting. An airy laugh escapes my lips.

'That's it. I just have to kill myself and it'll all go away. No more nightmares, no more monster, no more living in fear of every little thing! I'll be free!' Just when I'm about to lift myself off the mattress, the lights flicker. I find myself paralyzed with fear and remain on the bed with my back flat against the mattress.

My heart, it's beating so fast. I feel like it might explode. Tears prick the corners of my eyes as I cover my ears and curl into a fetal position. I squeeze my eyes shut while breathing heavily.

'No! I can't take another night of this! I just can't! Why can't he just go away?!' I feel a sob climbing its way up my throat as a weight climbs onto the bed. I can sense the creature hovering over me, so I can't help but whimper fearfully as tears roll down my cheeks from my sealed eyes. He releases a haunting laugh that's light and eerie, causing a shiver to run down my spine.

"Plotting to kill yourself, are you?" The monster purrs out in amusement, making me shudder. I can practically see the grin on his dripping face.

"Well, I feel obliged to mention, little mouse, that if you do commit suicide," there's a small pause before I feel his cold breath on my ear, making me jump. My bottom lip quivers as he finishes his warning. "You'll belong to me eternally in Hell."

I can't help but gulp as more tears stream down my face. My heart hurts badly knowing that sliver of hope had disappeared from my grasp.

'No, that can't be true! He has to be lying, he just has to!'

"Just you, me, and a lifetime of nightmares. Oh, just the thought gets me excited. Go ahead, then, kill yourself. That way the real fun can begin." Dark chuckles escape his mouth making me sob harder. I shake my head frantically to show him that I've shoved the idea out of my head. He laughs at my response to the dreadful information.

"No? You don't want to be in Hell with me?" He asks in an almost teasing voice. He knows my answer. "Well, then, I guess you'll just have to be a good little mouse and sleep. I have a real good one for you tonight."

I flinch upon feeling a cold finger caressing the side of my face before my body begins to shut down. He's forcing sleep upon me again. He does this whenever I can't sleep on my own so that he can start his little games. When I open my eyes, I find myself standing in the lobby of a familiar building, where my therapist works. The white paint on the walls are chipped, while the windows are either cracked, broken, or dirty, and a few of the doors hang off their hinges.

I bite my bottom lip nervously as I force my feet to move. I walk down the corridor and spot a garbage bin that I recall seeing the janitor pull around with him. I want to ignore it, but I seem to have lost the ability to control my own movements, for my feet move towards it. I prepare myself to be scared, but you could never be sure what's about to jump out. Perhaps something will grab me from behind, and the bin is merely a distraction?

I peer down into the dark void inside the trash bin only to scream loudly when multiple hands shoot towards me. I fall back when trying to escape their touch, landing roughly on the tiled floor before crawling back and scrambling to my feet. I regained control of my actions, so nothing prevented me from running away when the fleshy hands began to sway back and forth violently to tip the bin. Using their combined strength, the hands crawl after me, dragging the plastic container behind them. Tears well in my eyes when I reach the elevator and frantically press the up button to summon it.

I peer behind me and see the hands approaching quickly. Thankfully, the elevator dings and the doors open, so I rush inside and repeatedly press the button to close the doors, but they appear to be stuck. I groan worriedly as my eyes kept flicking to the monster crawling closer. Then, I freeze upon feeling something drip into my shoulder. I turn my head and find that the liquid substance is crimson red.

Hesitantly, I look up, regardless of knowing what I'd see will haunt me. My face pales as a scream rips through the air when I see the head of Mrs. Williams hanging on the ceiling of the lift like a chandelier by her long, red hair. Her pale pink tongue lolled out of her mouth, while her eyes had rolled to the back of her skull. The urge to vomit claws up my throat, causing me to slap a hand over my mouth. I run out of the elevator, narrowly avoiding the hands that nearly grabbed my right ankle, and skid around the corners in search of a staircase.

Escape is futile, so I don't even bother to attempt the front door. Even jumping out of a window wouldn't work; I'd only be teleported back in. I know because I've tried it in many of my other nightmares. This is the playground in which the monster has placed me in. There is no getting out of it.

I only have to survive it as long as I can. With luck, nothing will catch me, but even that is a rare occurrence. I nearly smile in relief upon reaching the fire exit, but I know it's not over yet. I push open the door and slam it closed before the hands could catch me. I press my back against it as they push and shove against the door. I then look up at the seemingly never ending staircase and gulp.

'I'll have to make run for it. The hands are persistent.' Reluctantly, I release the door and sprint up the steps, skipping a few at a time to move quicker as the door is forced open by the hands. I don't dare to look back or slow down as I run. I pant heavily, out of breath, by the time I reach the last step.

There, I'm faced with a single door with the number five beside it. This is the floor my therapy sessions are on. I brace myself for whatever I might face next as I pull open the door. Fear overwhelms me when I'm met with the sight of brown fur and slowly gaze up at the towering figure in front of me. It's Frank...the stress bear I use to calm myself, however, there were quite a few changes to the toy's appearance. On its face is a stitched grin similar to the monster that put me in this place. Instead of its cute black eyes, realistic human ones took their place. Even its red bowtie is torn and worn out. It laughs maniacally in a distorted tone when I race around it and run down the corridor before chasing me down the hall.

It asks, the voice echoing down the hall. Another sickening laugh escapes the enormous bear as the ground shakes with every step it takes closer to me. Suddenly, a loud ring comes through the speakers, causing me to wince from the piercing sound.

"Run, run, run, little mouse," says the creature over the intercom. Those same words repeat over and over again. I had to cover my ears in attempts to block out the noise, but his voice only got louder. I scream in surprise when I slip in a pile of red liquid and land harshly on my back. I don't want to think about the source of the fluid.

I cry out in pain and stare up at the large teddy bear looming over me. I scramble to my feet only for the back of my black, pajama shirt to be grabbed. The next thing I know, I'm lifted off the ground and pulled up to be face-to-face with the terrifying toy. My eyes widen in horror as the stitches on its mouth stretch open and break to reveal realistic, sharp teeth. Its jaw opens widely like a snake before holding me above the center of their mouth.

The smell of the creature's breath is similar to rotted meat, making my stomach churn. I feel nauseous. Slowly, I'm lowered towards the mouth, while Frank's teeth chomp repeatedly at lightning speed. I scream in agony as my feet get gobbled up, my blood spraying everywhere as pain shoots through my legs. Following my feet are my legs, torso, and soon my-

A loud scream escapes me as I shoot up from my bed, drenched head to toe in sweat. I grip my head while panting heavily, pulling at my hair and rocking back and forth like a crazy person. Tears leak from my eyes as I scream at the damn creature hiding somewhere in my room.

"Why can't you just go away?!" I jump off the bed and stumble towards my open bedroom door, nearly tripping over my fear as I run to my parents' room for comfort like a scared and helpless child.

'I hate him!'

The Boogeyman chuckles deeply as he slips out from under the teen's bed, his white eyes pinned to Y/N's retreating form. The creature approaches the door and closes it slowly with a grin glued to his frightening face. He's amused. Y/N's terrified expressions never fail to bring him joy. The sound of her screams are like music to his ears, her flowing tears fill him with excitement, and let's not forget that delicious scent of fear that makes his mouth water.

Y/N is his property. Her mind is his playground. The monster's white eyes land on the mirror hanging on the wall, and he turns his head to examine his grotesque features. A soft hum escapes him in thought as he drags a finger along the side of his face. When he pulls the digit away, a strand of the black goop connecting the finger to his face snaps.

'What should I do to her tonight?' He grins widely. He loves how her list of fears never ran out. The girl is terrified of practically everything, which gives him so many creative possibilities. Suddenly, as he looks over his dripping body, an idea goes off in his head. A smirk curls into place on his face.

'She almost killed herself last night. That won't do. There's still plenty to do here in the land of the living.' What he said wasn't a lie. Should Y/N ever dare to commit suicide, she truly would be trapped with the creature of her nightmares. The Boogeyman wouldn't allow it right now, though. Seeing the girl's life turn into a complete train wreck brings him great joy. Therefore, he'll have to make sure Y/N won't commit such an act...yet anyway.

'She needs something to cling to, something she won't want to leave. Giving her a false sense of hope and comfort should do nicely. That way, one day, I can rip it away so that the despair will send her over the edge.' A dark laugh erupts from the creature. He has to lean against the wall to stabilize himself as he cracks up about his evil plan.

'It's perfect.'