Characters in The Boogeyman

A boy. She named it Andrew Lester Billings. I didn't want anything to do with it, at least at first. My motto was she screwed up, so let her take care of it. I know how that sounds but you have to remember that I'd been through a lot.

“Do you mean you actually killed them, or—” “No.” Impatient flick of the hand. “But I was responsible. Denny in 1967. Shirl in 1971. And Andy this year. I want to tell you about it.” Dr. Harper said nothing. He thought that Billings looked haggard and old.

Billings stood rooted to the spot as the closet door swung open. He dimly felt warmth at his crotch as he wet himself. “So nice,” the boogeyman said as it shambled out. It still held its Dr. Harper mask in one rotted, spade-claw hand.

Denny looked like his mother, and Shirl didn't look like anybody, except maybe my Grammy Ann. But Andy was the spitting image of me. “I'd get to playing around with him in his playpen when I got home from work.

The man was Lester Billings from Waterbury, Connecticut. According to the history taken from Nurse Vickers, he was twenty-eight, employed by an industrial firm in New York, divorced, and the father of three children. All deceased. “I can't go to a priest because I'm not Catholic.

According to the history taken from Nurse Vickers, he was twenty-eight, employed by an industrial firm in New York, divorced, and the father of three children. All deceased. “I can't go to a priest because I'm not Catholic.

I know you won't believe me. I don't care. It doesn't matter. Just to tell will be enough.” “All right.” Dr. Harper got out his pipe. “I married Rita in 1965—I was twenty-one and she was eighteen. She was pregnant. That was Denny.”

I loved both of them. We were very happy. “Rita got pregnant just a little while after Denny was born, and Shirl came along in December of 1966. Andy came in the summer of 1969, and Denny was already dead by then. Andy was an accident.