We’re all familiar with those monsters, the ones that live under our beds, in our closets, and in every dark corner we encounter. Though he wears many masks and carries several names, he’s the same exact idea, a creature that scares the living Hell out of us. The boogeyman is something we’ve nurtured from a very young age. We gave him the tools to scare us, the power to frighten us, and the ability to haunt us at any time. But as we grow up, we lose our vivid imagination skills, which the boogeyman feeds off of. By simply not believing, we’re taking away his energy, leaving him as nothing but a disregarded scrawny creature that will someday cease to exist.
As for us, our boogeyman is rather different. He wears a uniform and carries a gun, he doesn’t hide under the bed, nor in the closet. He appears in plain sight, proud and confident. We’ve known him from a very young age, though he’s not the work of our imaginations. We never gave him any tools to scare us, nor did we grant him the power to frighten us, and we certainly didn’t allow him the ability to haunt our every waking hour. He was forced into our imaginations, I call it “fate’s cruel prank”. “Nature’s ugly joke”, would be a better description. He doesn’t feed off of our vivid imaginations, no, he feeds off of fears. But not ours, those were the fears of the cowards that stood by and let it seep into our homes. Those people that chose to close their eyes and allow this hideous monster to fabricate itself into our minds. No matter how much we grow up, we can never stop believing. We can’t get the idea that at any moment he can barge in pointing his gun at us out of our heads. He would never fade away, he will never cease to exist….