Through the crack in the fabric of time, escaped another Inner Being of mine, not as friendly as Thomasina it’s said, this Inner Being’s one of the Living Dead. Not the full Inner Zombie we know, nor the Vampyr that likes to lie low, nor the Ghost that likes to shock, but the one with the eyebrows that really rock.
With bright glowing eyes and a smirk not a smile, not a hair out of place and a pasty white face, a mouthful of fangs and talons for hands, this is my Inner Bogeyman.
He hides in dark places and alters his faces and roars whenever he can. You may hear his ‘song’ when you do something wrong, as he becomes your number one fan. He then wants to meet you, and then wants to keep you, and then possibly eat you… with those teeth he actually can. But this time you’re safe, for this menacing wraith is vegetarian.
The Vegetarian Bogeyman. You don’t get much stranger than that, not even around these parts.
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