The Boogeyman

The Boogeyman

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this challenge and Yarnspinner for this week’s prompt.

Yellow House
PHOTO PROMPT © Yarnspinnerr

I froze, eyes fixed on the ramshackle yellow house in front of me. Fifth-graders sniggered, calling us sissies, but fourth-graders knew the Boogeyman lived in that house. My eyes shifted downward, to the papers and books splattered on the sidewalk, dropped in my haste to race past the house. As I squatted to gather my belonging, I heard a car engine. Looking up, I saw the open garage door, brake lights flashing red as blood. Slowly, the car inched toward me.

I was never so glad to be in fourth grade. A third-grader would have peed herself.


This tale is based loosely on a an experience I had in elementary school. There was an old house that I passed on my way to-and-from school, and there was a mysterious rumor about the old man living there. One day, on my way home, I dropped my papers in front of his house (full disclosure; I was on the opposite side of the street and there were four lanes of traffic between him and me). When I saw his car backing out of the driveway,  I hastily picked up my belongings and rushed home. Dry as a whistle, I might add.


30 thoughts on “The Boogeyman

  1. I love that “glad to be in the fourth grade”… because she is so much older and wiser to have not over-reacted 😉 Sweet!

    1. I was somewhat at a loss as to how to end the story. But yeah, 4th graders are so much more together during a crisis than a 3rd grader! Glad you liked it.

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