Published by Bob on 08 Jul 2008
The Boogieman Is Going To Get You!
For some reason “Boogieman” popped into my mind today.
I was thinking back, way back into my childhood in Detroit. Trying to remember the earliest cautionary, well in this case, outright terror tactic my parents used in order to control me.
It was the Boogieman!
It went like this: If I didn’t get to sleep by 8:00 pm (hey I was four years old) I could become prey to the Boogieman! You see, if you were asleep, you were safe. If you stayed in bed you’re safe. Under the covers … safe!
Once the clock struck eight, the Boogieman would start roaming the alleys of Detroit, looking in windows and if you weren’t asleep or doing a lame job of pretending, he would “get you”. The “get you” part was left undefined. So was exactly what the Boogieman was and looked like. I didn’t know if he was a man, a ghost or what…
This fear was reinforced by every responsible adult in my life.
So why wouldn’t I believe the Boogieman was real …and of course I was terrified that he would get me! So, when night came I was under my covers… usually wide awake!
In my small bedroom there was a window at the head of my bed. This was back in the 1950’s and we had venetian blinds. You could pull on a string and the blinds would swivel to open or close. Normally they were always closed at night… except for this one particular night.
I didn’t notice it until my Mother had left the room after tucking me in.
They were open! Oh, no! Only a thin piece of glass between me and you know who. I was petrified. Hiding under the covers didn’t seem real secure. After all he could be right behind my head looking down into my bed. Finally, I couldn’t stand it! So I made a plan:
Laying in my pillow looking back toward my left, I could see the string I was supposed to pull. My plan was to jump up in bed, grab the string and shut the blinds in one rapid movement …so I waited until the right moment and leapt out of bed and grabbed the for the string as I looked out the window.
That’s when I saw two eyes, wide open eyes, staring back at me from outside!
As I pulled the string and shut the blinds I began screaming hysterically!!
“He’s here, the Boogieman is here”!
My Mother and Father were absolutely shocked by the full-on screaming and ran into the room. They saw I was truly frightened and beside myself. I keep yelling “Boogieman!, Boogieman! outside the window! I saw him. I was closing the blinds and I saw him!!
“Ted you better check!”, my Mom said to my Dad. Her Motherly instincts told her something was wrong. My Dad who was a fearless Army Captain in WWII was outside in a flash. In a few seconds I could hear him tapping on the window and calling my Mothers name. She opened the blinds and he told her there was no one out there…
He came back in the house and after awhile I calmed down.
A few minutes before I fell off to sleep I could hear them talking in the kitchen in very subdued tones. I remember hearing my Dad say: “There were footprints in the snow and the back gate, to the alley, was open wide”…
“What?” was all I remember my Mom saying as I pulled the cover over my head.
Can you imagine how that almost forgotten childhood experience has probably resonated it’s emotional flavor in many of my life’s situations? Without me realizing it?
By the way, the next day I learned a new word: Prowler.