I Will Never Again Believe What You Say by Bogdan Dragos

A young woman with blood smeared on her face and clothes holding a battered and bloody teddy bear
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At 1 AM she screamed

for daddy to

come quick, quick

and look under the bed

There were noises

and growls there,

she told him

Daddy turned the light on


dropped to his knees

and crawled to the edge of

her bed

Lifted the sheets

looked under

and felt the knife plunge

into his nape

His body dropped to

the floor and

struggled a bit before

giving a final breath

She threw the blanket

over him

and climbed off

dropped to her knees

and looked under the bed

with a grin

“It’s all right,” she said, “you

can come out now.”

But there was

no one

and nothing to

come out

that fucker lied


Just like with the hamster

and then the dog

now it was

her father

What or who

will be next?

She lay down

on her belly

and knocked the butt

of the knife against the


“You filthy liar!” she

shouted into the

space under the bed. “It’s the

last time I trust


But please… don’t stop

talking to me. I will never

again believe what you say

but… don’t stop

talking, alright?”


Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for a gambling company, working twelve-hour shifts locked in a dark office full of TV monitors. There he mostly daydreams and writes poems and stories. He also manages a poetry blog Daydreaming as a profession.

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12 Comments Add yours

  1. Terveen Gill says:

    Bogdan takes family matters to a bloody extreme. A daughter and her companion beneath the bed, hungry for blood. There’s always a point of contemplation when reading this poet’s poetry. Is there really an evil entity lurking in the darkness or is a girl hallucinating and feeding her unbalanced mind with imaginary conversations? I’m not sure I really want to know. But who will be the next unsuspecting victim? Stick around for some more dark writing…
    Congratulations Bogdan!

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    1. Thank you, Terveen! (V●ᴥ●V)

      Once more, I have to point out how incredibly well the picture you picked goes with the text. It communicates right away that there’s a great danger in making imaginary friends a bit too real…

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  2. jonicaggiano says:

    Loved this scary creepy tale. I like the way you switch things around and get us every time at the end. Great writing. I wonder how may people had things they were truly afraid of at night?

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    1. Thank you, Joni!
      I see it happens quite often lately. I begin writing something wholesome and somewhere along the way everything twists in yet another nightmare. In the past I could help it, but not so much today (happens too naturally, I guess). And many times I end up with something I’m really not sure I should share, but do so anyway. And then… the horror…



  3. Andrew Dabar says:

    I’m going to be creeped out all day. Seriously. Shit. What the hell?

    Bogdan, I’m trying to finish writing a romance and whenever I fall for the constant temptation to read your latest, your excellent and abnormal poems mess with my mind! I’m going to have to save my readings of you for later in the day,.

    Liked by 2 people

    1. Haha, perhaps it’s a subtle sign that your romance should take a dark twist (mine always do…).
      ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Andrew Dabar says:

        Laughing! Thanks to your literary infiltration into my mind (a demon possessed Bukowski), I might not have a choice!

        Liked by 1 person

  4. Daily Poetry says:

    Wow, that part about the dad being stabbed, I didn’t see that coming. Nice post!

    Liked by 2 people

    1. Thanks!

      I guess the dad didn’t see it either…

      (*゚∀゚)つ¤=[]::༼ X_لX ༽::>


    1. ʕ ᵒᴥᵒʔ Thank you!

      Liked by 1 person

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