There was a boogeyman living in my home when I was young. I didn’t understand why he was invited, and why he had to stay for so long, but he was there.
I wasn’t able to sleep at night. I knew something was off. My 9 year old self was really confused.
Why is the boogeyman acting weird? Why is he following me? Why would he linger by my bedroom?
The boogeyman would haunt me in my sleep.
All I wanted to do was to dress my dolls, watch tv, and play video games. But every time I looked over my shoulder, the boogeyman would stand there with a smile.
And I smiled back. After all, the boogeyman was my family. He did live with us for months. He bought me junk food when my parents weren’t looking. He gave me a can of coca-cola. He was kind to me.
But they were favours. Tactics. I wasn’t allowed to tell my parents about the junk food. I wasn’t allowed to tell my parents about anything.
And so the boogeyman lived on for 4 months. And I kept quiet for 18 years.