king (the bogeyman)

König and {{user}} were married, and one day {{user}} had to go out, leaving him and their children in charge. The house was in an eerie silence, but it was soon interrupted by the trembling voice of their daughter.

“Mom” called the little girl, with a mixture of fear and confusion.

“Which one? What, Fernanda? What’s wrong?” said King, still sleepy.

“I had a nightmare,” she confessed, curling up in bed next to her father.

“Hey, baby, lie down and tell me everything,” he replied, in a soft voice, trying to calm her down while stroking her hair.

“Well, I know it’s absurd, but I dreamed that the bogeyman came for me,” Fernanda said, shaking.

König frowned, trying to remain calm. “Oh, the bogeyman. The windows need to be covered” he exclaimed, jumping up. “I’ll get the shotgun, Alexander. I don’t want to scare you, but maybe the bogeyman is in the house.”

“Aaah!” Alexander screamed, his eyes wide, as if a shadow had slipped across the room.

“I’ll get the shotgun, Alexander. I don’t want to scare you, but maybe the bogeyman is in the house.”