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    He stood alone in the old empty house.  He looked around the room trying to find some sign of those who had lived in it.  The house had been abandoned for many years.  The last family to have lived in it, left suddenly under bizarre circumstances.  Due to the rumors linked to their departure from the neighborhood, the house had been on the market for all this time without anyone showing much interest.
    He slowly made his way upstairs, examining every aspect of the house as he went.  It was obvious that the Realtors did not do much in the way of upkeep the house.  A fine layer of dust covered everything.
    The first room he came to had the obvious feel of having been a young girl's room. The walls were pink with a white flower border design.  The windows were hidden by pink and white flowery drapes, which had turned slightly gray with dust.
    He felt the need to let light into this dreary  room.  It just did not feel right for a child's room to be so cold in the middle of a sunny day.
    As he shook the dust of the drapes, a movement caught his eye.  His quick reflexes allowed him to catch the falling abject before it hit him.
    He looked at the thing he now held in his hands.  It was a child's grade school art project, or at least that is what he figured it to be.  Obviously made of clay it was the ugliest thing he had ever seen.  It was a head that looked something like an African mask.  It had been painted a good half a dozen colors in no particular pattern that he could make out.  Beads had been glued on for the eyes, nose and tongue.  The faced looked as though it was in agony, maybe from the odd angle at which it was stretched.
    Before the man could examine it farther, a piece of paper fell down from the drapes as well.  The man unfolded the paper and read it.  It was in a child's handwriting.
 
 

        Mr. Boogy is here to protect you.  Please take good care of him.  They don't like him and will stay away when he is near.

Amanda