The Bad Man

The Bad Man

Without a second thought except for his safetly he pulled out his pocket knife and stabbed the air a number of times. Screams rang out. His own and someone elses. The door flew open. People were looking at him in horror. He looked down at the girl slumped on the closet ground. His clothes were splattered in blood. So were hers. "It was the bad man" he whispered and passed out. When he awoke he was in a mental institution. And there he stayed until his mother died and in a letter she left she admitted what she had done to him. He was released into the world a middle aged scared man. Who forever lived his life in fear of small dark spaces. Forever waiting for the bad man to get him. But he never did. copyright gothgirl 2009

Billys punishment as a little kid was to be locked in the closet. His mother would drag him kicking and screaming and push him into the laundry closet,slamming the door behind him and locking it. She would always tell him he was not to cry or the bad man in there would get him. As Billy was so young he was naturally terrified. He would hold his screams in. He would shake and sob silently. Listening. Listening for the bad man. For his mother had said the bad man was invisible but would come for him if he made a sound. Hours used to pass by. By the time Billy was allowed out he was drained and exhausted from being so terrified. He was sure he heard the bad man breathing next to him once. This punishment continued for years. Billy became smart and carried a pocket knife in his jeans. He was then not so scared of the bad man.

When Billy was 16 he got invited to his first party. There was not supposed to be any alcohol but someone put some in the punch. Everyone was merry. They decided to play spin the bottle. A girl Billy liked got picked and she chose Billy. They had to go into the closet to kiss.

Billys heart began to race. No one knew about his fear. When he said he did not want to go in the dark small room everyone laughed and called him chicken and gay. He protested but they pushed him into the closet after the girl. He heard the girl giggle. He also heard another laugh. An evil laugh. Taunting him. He knew it was the bad man. He was finally here to get him. The alcohol made his head spin and not think clearly. Suddenly he thought he was back in the laundry closet at home. He could feel the mans hot breath on his cheek.