i wrote the words of the ending 

in the beginning

and created the chapters in no particular order 

but i ended up with a book to be read, to be felt

it was the late nite boogey man hiding under my bed and in my closet type story

i was the main character 

and the narrator 

dancing around the words that echoed his footsteps
getting nearer to my sweat drenched hidden body

my labored breathing spelling out the words "i was very scared to peek above the covers"

my eyes peered into the darkness and all i saw was the figure of fear incarnate

he was tall, 

and dark, covered in the agony of a life spent haunting the minds of children like me

he emanated a smell similar to burnt dreams, and wasted lives 

clothed in the drab of woulda, shoulda, coulda's 

even now as an adult im still a bit shaken of this boogey man

will i end up a notch on his belt

the final words on the page reads

"I'm not at the end of my journey, I have only just begun."