Day 946, sailing across the world in search for the boogie man. Today, is the day, I just know it. The day I will find the man in my childhood trauma, and my adult nightmares. The man no one believes exists, man of nightmares, darkness, and everything that would ruin a perfectly sunny day. The boogie man is not a myth to me, the boogie man is my reality, well to be specific, my father. Yes, I know. That’s the type of story that a first grader would tell their class and all the older kids would laugh at their lies. For me this was real. And it was going to happen today. I was going to see my father, for the first time in 23 years.

I was sitting on the front of my boat staring into the moon’s reflection on the water. Watching the ticks on my watch getting closer to midnight. Disappointed, as another day has gone by and I have still not seen my father. Suddenly, there is no more reflection of the moon. I look up there’s no moon at all. No moon, no stars, no light. I feel like someone’s watching me, something’s listening, something’s there. I’m sure of it. It could only be one thing. The boogie man.