Let me tell you, the last thing you expect to see when you wake up is a super-tall, super-skinny... something... standing by your bed. But, sadly that's what I saw. Its head almost touched the ceiling, and it was rail-thin. So at first I thought Oh no, Slenderman! But then I realized that it had a face and I relaxed a bit.
It smiled, revealing a set of slim vampire fangs, and spoke in a thin voice.
"Good evening. I am your Boogeyman. May I sleep in your closet?"
My jaw hit the floor. Or at least my chest, from my position on my back. So apparently the Boogeyman was a seven foot tall creature dressed like a stereotypical English gentleman (Top hat, cane and all.) But he also had the manner of one. Great.
"Uh...." Was all I could say.
"Actually, you really don't have a choice in the matter." He admitted, stalking over to my closet. "If you did refuse, I would have to induce blunt force trauma to your head until you passed out."
He grinned wider, and reached for the closet handle...
"I... wouldn't recommend that." I stammered.
"Why on earth not?" He grinned, turning it. Even his accent was posh, if very thin and oily.
"Don't!" I warned, a moment too late. He had been buried in junk that I had stuffed into my closet over time.
"Ow." He remarked, slithering out. "Um... Do you have a basement I could lurk around in then? I won't be any trouble."
"...Down the hall, first door on the right." I murmured, dazed.
"Thank you kindly good Sir." He smiled.
"I'm a girl." I snapped out of habit.
"Oops." He muttered sheepishly, before vanishing.
"Tonight," I breathed in confusion. "Had better all be a dream."
Unfortunately, I had a boogeyman at my table tomorrow morning as well.
Dammit. I thought weakly. This is gonna be a loooooong day.