The Boogey Man ~ Short Story

The lights go off, my hands instinctively slide to my pistol, the light here does not budge we’re on 24/7 running gas turbines and back-up generators. We all turn on our phones on in the pitch darkness; I signal at Dimithri to go check what’s happening outside.

A strange shadow, two muffled shots, a body drops. There is an enemy in the room and he’s somewhere in the middle. I take three shots in that general direction but I think I hit Gregory.

I instruct Taiye and Kehinde to escort the Boss and his son inside while we kill the very brave assassin.

Two shots go off, Fancho screams wildy cursing the fucking bastard, guns start to go off and I can’t be sure what’s happening within these shadows. I don’t want to shoot a friendly again so I observe, it’s just one person so he’ll soon be very dead.

I watch some shadows shoot their guns until just one remains, as the second back-up generator fires on –he must not have been aware there was a second one –I see a stranger in all black wearing a ski mask, and before I can fire he already let two off. Had I not turned to the right while aiming my head would have a hole in it, I let off four shots in response.

He is behind a table so quickly, the bastard is nimble. I hide behind the bar and radio Steven, no response, he must have killed everyone outside first the bastard. My ears receive five loud bangs as the killer fires in the succession; he must be trying to keep me holed up so he can approach.

I reply with half a clip of the H&K416 I found under the bar, I didn’t see how it happened but someone who can kill 8 men even in darkness the way he did is not someone I want coming close to me. One of my shots might hit him even though he’s hiding behind furniture, so I unleash the other half evenly around where I last caught a glimpse of him until the cartridge is empty.

Immediately I make to reload he lets off two shots from cover, one nicks my shoulder and I fall back under bar as I try to recover myself. The pain sears through my arm as I struggle with reloading, I can hear him coming.

I take a deep breath as I abandon the rifle and go for my pistol, as I stand to shoot him he grabs my arm and slams it heavily against the bar top at the joint. I feel my bone crack as pain surges through my arm; I drop the pistol and try to defend myself with my other arm.

A kick lands squarely on my chest and sends me crashing into the glass shelves of the bar and I slide down with the broken glass.

Two bangs. Darkness.

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The head of the Petrov family was dead. All his 17 guards were killed and no one had a clue how it happened. It should have taken a large team of skilful killers to take this man down, but there were no extra bodies.

The only survivor was Petrov’s 6 year old son, and all he could say when they found him shaking under the bed was

“Baba Yega”

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Thank you for reading.

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