Charles Bough

Charles Bough

by yourcasualwriter

"Have you heard?" 

Irene asked Jules

"What is it?"

the two girls at their age in this time of night always like to spook themselves while hiding under a blanket creating a fortress to shield them in this sleepover at Irene's house

the small redhead girl then open a flash light and light it below her face attempting to spook her friend with a legend she heard from her father.

"did you know that there used to be a boy named Charles Bough?"

"no, what of him?"

" you are in for a spooky night I tell you!"

getting the vibes, Jules sat back and brace her nerves for what her friend is going to tell her.

One day, in this very street of London, there lived a boy named Charles Bough, no one knows his origins or even who he is and therefore nobody pays attention, he was just...there, appearing out of nowhere somewhere through the night.

nobody knows him or even see him, some even said that they can sense his presence, but yet was believed to be a nobody, yes indeed the infamous Charles. That time, in this part of town, people was very keen and careful around others, they form bonds that runs just like a family, the metalworker, the butcher, the baker and so on.

Yet none knows of this boy, who are his parents? where does he came from? who is he? no one knows, yet he was always there watching over us through the rooftops at night. he always hide himself from society, to that effect, nobody knows his looks, but few weeks later he started acting up, appearing.

the local postman saw him one day while he was just reporting in his late night deliveries, he heard something through the roofs, so he check it, he went upstairs and to his dismay, he met him the boy, by the name Charles Bough, he knows it as the boy sneak inside to put a letter in, but as the postman describes, he is so scary that it gave him the chills that is able to freeze him, he described as a one eyed boy, the right eye is hollow, he could see inside the dark tube, his left blue eye shines brightly at that night, he was just a boy, wearing a flat cap and old clothes with dark green pants with shoulder straps, the outfit is dirty as if it hasn't been washed in a month and his hands, his neck, there was stitched marks that shows that he had been slit, cut, and god knows what happen to him, half his face is scorched, and he always walk barefoot, with a low tune the boy only chant one sentence to make the postman faints

"what is it?" asked Jules that is now quite spooked by the boy himself as if she was being watched right now, seeing the opportunity Irene startled Jules by turning off the flash light and scream, it made Jules shock and scream, Irene laughed it out and turn the flash light on again.

"stop it Irene" Jules said quite scared

"hahaha, I got quite a laugh, anyway back to to the story"

the boy crept up to the post man that is now freezing, that he could feel cold sweats dripping from his forehead, slowly the boy come closer until the postman could see the blue of his eye, and said with a smile while slowly twisting his head to the side

"now now, do not be scared sir, I can end your life, but I will not"

he left a letter and quickly went to the darkness and vanishing once again, the letter was left unopened and was sent to the receiver's  address.

"where is it Irene?" asked the now frightened girl 

"it doesn't really matter, just a used to be doctor's mansion" said Irene

Nobody knows who he was or even remember, sooner after forgotten, but some say that Charles Bough still roams the street at night, even today, scaring little kids that wasn't obedient enough, some even say a look of his face can scar you for life.

While telling the story, Irene could hear her door opened, 

"who is it, everybody should be asleep by now" Irene spoke to Jules

"oh no, what if the legend is true?" Jules said scared

"nonsense my father told me to scare me that time"

"are you sure"

"i am su-"

Irene speech was halted when the blanket was raised by a small hand and upon looking who raised it, the two girl screamed.

"somebody wasn't listening to their parents very much" a low voice was heard

"DAD!" Irene screamed as he push her dad, her dad laughed

"telling the tales of the boy are you? is it scary Jules?" Jules nodded as Irene's dad laughed

"now now what time is it, not the time for tall tales are we? get back to sleep"

"okay dad..." Irene spoke softly

"good, sleep tight girls" Irene's dad leaves the room.

the two then slept into different beds and tried to sleep until Jules said

"sometimes Irene.....I do feel someone's presence as depicted as the tales through my dream..."