The Shadow of the Door Part 2

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

Part 2 of The Shadow of the Door - originally in one piece, had uploaded without the ending. Sorry to anyone who read it in its truncated form.

Jim’s memory bus came to a halt, and back in Shadowland

he looked round for the girl and found his shadow’s outstretched hand

“You may as well resign yourself, you’re here forever now.”

Jim’s shadow grinned and said to him, “Forget that stupid cow.”


Jim thought awhile and stared into the fearful groaning woods

where darkness crept, and nothing slept, unless it slept for good

“I’ll make a deal,” he said at last, “there’s two things I require.”

The shadow laughed and jumped for joy: “Whatever you desire!”


“First fetch for me a turnip, round on top, flat underneath

Then bring your finest ferret, but take care it’s got no teeth.”

“A turnip and a ferret? What on earth d’you want them for?”

“It’s not for you to reason why,” Jim said, then asked for more:


“And while you’re at it, dog breath…” for the shadow’s breath did smell

“…some chimp and chocolate-chip ice cream would go down very well.”

The shadow frowned but sauntered off, and in a trice was back

clutching in his evil hand a dusty squirming sack

Jim took the sack and felt inside, then gave a mighty shout -

the ferret still possessed some teeth, as Jim had just found out

“You great fat sweating heap of stink!” Jim cried and sucked his thumb

“you’ve brought a vampire turnip, or that ferret’s got sharp gums!

Now sort it out and make it quick, I’m getting really tired.”

The shadow winked, and in a blink, produced a pair of pliers


Jim plugged his ears and didn’t watch the gruesome operation

Which, incidentally, didn’t fill the ferret with elation

But soon the beast was toothless, lying dazed and in a dream

so Jimmy stuffed it down his pants and fed it some ice cream


Then turnip on his shoulder, secret whistle on his lips

toothless ferret down his trousers, he began the magic steps


He danced and danced and danced and danced

and then he danced some more

And then he stopped…

…and then he did

the dance he’d done before


And when the dance was over, he did the dance again

He did the dance until his feet were crying out in pain


Within an hour or several, sinking weary to the ground

to Jim’s ears came creeping strange and unfamiliar sounds

A tinny drum and clatter, a slurping, grunting groan

then howling wind raged round them and they knew they weren’t alone

A monstrous shadow crossed their path, the earth began to quake

all teeth began to chatter, all knees began to shake

The ground beneath them shuddered under massive pounding feet

Jim’s shadow wept and cried out, “Don’t eat me, I’ve got no meat!

Little Jim is soft and juicy, he’s a crunchy little snack

Please don’t eat me Mister Giant, I’ve just had a heart attack.”


And as it wriggled on the floor, pretending to be ill

an awesome sight came into view - a throbbing heap of swill.

A heaving, dripping mound of muck, of steaming stinking dregs

a snorting slimy stink of yeuck - a Bogeyman, on legs


It blundered here, it staggered there, destroying as it went

and all the while it left behind a sweet decaying scent


The creatures of the Shadowland ran screaming from its path

it seemed that nothing could escape its terrifying wrath

And as each foot descended on some frozen wretched form

the blackened forest seemed to flee the fast approaching storm


Without their coward’s cover

the shadow beasts appeared

crouching down behind each other, or the children they held near

For the little girl was not the only child to be enslaved

there were hundreds trapped by shadows

never dreaming they’d be saved

The Bogeyman crashed on ahead, appearing to be blind

not caring what it crushed beneath, nor what it left behind


Young Jim lay stunned and bleeding, and cursed his wretched luck

for as it passed, upon Jim’s head, the Bogeyman had struck

The shadow, sensing half a chance, as Jim half conscious slumped

had seen his hand unguarded, and on his hand had jumped


“I’ve got you now, you little tramp, I’ve got you now forever

and if we live or if we die, we live or die together.”


“Well do we have to live round here?” Jim innocently asked

“I mean, just look around you now; the neighbourhood’s been trashed.”


“That doesn’t worry me, young man, in fact I think it’s better

Now where’s that nasty little girl? I think we should upset her

We’ll give her stupid hair a wrench, we’ll give her legs a kick

we’ll make her eat disgusting things, and laugh until we’re sick.”


This wasn’t Jim’s idea of fun, it has to be admitted

but since the Bogey banged his head, his head had been half-witted

He wasn’t quite sure where he was, or where he’d been before

or who he was, or tell the time, or speak the half time score


“I may be gone some time,” he said, “I must unpack the shoes

I mustn’t shave the donkey’s legs, or take my gran to school

I must obey the highway comb, and brush up on my math

I’ll eat the liver after tea, or take it for a bath

I’ll swim the English flannel,”

Jimmy rambled on and on

“If toothpaste cheesecake marzipan

I’ll take my dog to France”


“Just shut your flaming cakehole!” Jimmy’s shadow was enraged

“we’ve got no time for drivel, in the homes of furry mice…?

Get on your feet and chip shop –

What the ding-dong’s going on?

We’re a walking talking lipstick

for the finger prints of whales!


“Jimmy, what is happy to I? I be blind but I can see?”

Jim gave a stupid grin and said, “You’re twice too daft than me!

You’re bound to be, you stooping fool, so long as we hold hands

you’re doom to speak bananabrain what no one understands.”


The shadow sulked and stamped his foot, not knowing what to do:

he’d captured Jim, but turned into a useless dribbling fool


“What use is this?” he asked himself. “I’ll be a laughing sock

my friends will walk behind my back, my enemas will mock

I’ve got no choice, apparently, I’ll have to let him be

at least until his brains return, and mine return to me.”

So Jim was free, but only in the sense that he was free

to walk around in Shadowland, or sit around and dream

He wasn’t free to go to school, and pretty soon he’d find

he’d lost his sense of human and the will to speak his mind


His head was clearing quickly now, his heart was beating fast

he knew he had to take his chance before his chance had passed

While all the shadows, still in fear, were hiding in the bush

Jim strode in the direction he had seen the Bogey rush


“Come on you kids,” he shouted, “you can leave those shadows now.

don’t worry if they won’t let go, just try and drag them out

They’re cowards and they’re helpless, they can’t hurt you anymore

just leave them where you found them, flat and lifeless on the floor.”


As he walked into the darkness a great struggle did arise

with the sound of screams and laughter, cheers and strangulated cries

Then children started to emerge from deep within the wood

with nothing evil trailing them, their shadows gone for good


They marched with Jimmy, catching up, an army thousands strong

of prisoners who had been locked up, although they’d done no wrong

They kissed and hugged each other, and followed on behind

the Beast they thought had saved them, the Beast they thought was kind

They thought they’d like to thank him, their gratitude they’d show;

“Oh Bogeyman, we love you! Now won’t you take us home?”

But Bogeyman crashed onwards, raising clouds of blood and dust

as Jimmy tried to stop the crowd that all around him rushed

“I think maybe we should wait here, and make ourselves a plan.”

but many voices shouted back: “Let’s follow Bogey man!”


“But look, he’s blind,” Jim pointed out.  “He can’t know right from wrong

He can’t see where he’s going, we’d be mad to tag along.”


“Well you stay here,” a voice called out, “I’ll take my chance with him.”

Not everyone agreed with this, but many more joined in

“We’ve got to follow Bogeyman, he’ll help us to escape

if we wait here and waste our time, we’ll never get away.”


Everybody argued now, while Jimmy stood and stared

and then a cool hand grasped his own and once more he was scared

“Oh not again,” he cried out loud, “I can’t take more of this.”

but when he turned, instead of pain, he felt a gentle kiss


The little girl was by his side, a bruised and battered child

“I know the way to get you home,” she whispered with a smile

“I saw the hole in time and space the Bogeyman came through -

if you go now you may escape.” Jim said: “Not without you.”


“No listen, Jim,” the child said, “the hole is very near,

but shrinking fast: if you’re not quick, you’ll find it’s disappeared.”


Jim said “I can’t just leave you here, and all these others too.

I’ll get them to stop arguing, and then we’ll follow you.

Now listen, everyone,” he yelled, “listen to me please:

if you all want to get away, you’ll have to follow me.”


“And who are you, when you’re at home,” a voice called from the back

“a self-appointed know-it-all? Well listen: you’ve been sacked!

We’re off to follow Bogeyman, he’s strong and knows the way.

you’re just a kid, like all of us, but if you want to, stay.”


I’m sure that was my shadow’s voice, Jim said beneath his breath

if they take heed and follow him, he’ll only lead to death

“Don’t listen,” Jimmy tried to warn, “there’s only one way out!”

but as the children marched away they didn’t hear him shout


A handful only stayed behind, with Jimmy and the girl

the only ones with half a chance to leave that dreadful world

“Come on now, Jim,” she pulled him round, “we haven’t time to spare.

just wish and hope and pray to God, the hole will still be there.”


They ran like lightning through the trees, encouraging each other

each boy and girl discovering a sister or a brother

And far behind them now they heard a terrifying noise:

the screams and cries of all the other wretched girls and boys

The sound they made was terrible, and Jimmy hesitated

thinking he should help destroy the monster he’d created

“We can’t stop now,” the girl spoke out, “there’s nothing you can do.

we’re nearly there, behind this tree. You have to save the few.”


Jim closed his eyes, and then his ears, and took a step or two

then pushed aside the final bush and saw they’d broken through

Behind the bush there opened up a mortifying scene:

a lake of ice surrounded by a black forbidding screen


And in the centre of the lake, a giant eyeball, winking

A perfect circle in the ice, inexorably shrinking


They stood not knowing what to do, petrified with fear

while smashing, screaming sounds confirmed the Bogeyman was near

“There’s not much choice,” Jim told the group, “it’s on the ice, or die.

If anyone is not quite sure, I’ll help them to decide.”


He grabbed the nearest frightened child and dragged him to the screen

he found the battered bushes where the Bogeyman had been

He pushed the youngster through the gap, then grabbed the next in line

“Come on,” he yelled, “get going quick, we’re running out of time.”


The woods were full of thunder as the Bogeyman crashed through

destroying what was in its way, with punch and stamp and chew

Attempting to regain the ice, to shut off the retreat?

Or simply to escape the place, or find some more to eat?


The children watched it coming as they slid across the lake

some crying in their terror, wondering which one it would take

The hole meanwhile diminished to a few square feet in size

and watching from within it were a thousand tiny eyes


Never blinking, only staring, from the strange mysterious well

like creatures of the forest, or the demons down in hell

The children shuddered backwards as the hole beneath them shrank

then screamed as Jimmy pointed to the Bogey on the bank


As the Bogey stumbled forward, absorbing all it touched

the children grabbed each other, as a shield or as a crutch

There was, of course, just one way out, but who would be the first?

Of all the nightmares ever dreamt, this surely was the worst


Jim looked around, then down the hole, and wondered could he do it?

one thing was sure, if they weren’t quick, they’d never all fit through it


The hole was even smaller now, the Bogey yards away

Jim heard a whisper in his ear: “We’ll meet again, one day.”


He turned, but only just in time to catch her final wave

the little girl was in the hole, and Jim knew she was saved

For just before she disappeared, the darkness seemed to end

and to a child’s bedroom he saw the child descend


The other children must have caught the same impressive sight

for now they rushed towards the hole, abandoning their fright

And one by one they tumbled in, with joy, relief and laughter

leaving Jim to wait his turn, with luck, to follow after


Two more to go and now the hole was disappearing fast

Jim cursed his grandpa, then himself, for waiting to be last

The final child squeezed through the hole

Jim watched as she was swallowed

then placing one foot in the void

prepared himself to follow


He saw his foot begin to fade into the room beneath

he felt the hand of Bogeyman, and heard its grinding teeth

The slimy fingers grabbed his neck and then they slid around

and tried to drag him backwards as the bedroom pulled him down


He smelled the rancid Bogey breath, he choked and gasped in pain

he felt his muscles torn apart and stitched back up again

The tug of war went on and on, there seemed to be no end

Jim felt his body bent in places never meant to bend


He looked and saw his cheerful room, inviting down below

he struggled in a grip he knew would never let him go

He felt the hole constricting round his aching lungs and back

crushing all the breath within him, turning all around him black

The battle reached crescendo, the end was now in sight

the hole grew stronger even though the Bogey’s grip was tight

It pulled Jim through the opening, the Bogey’s hand came too

poking up through Jimmy’s carpet in his topsy-turvy room

The Bogey gave a mighty scream and pulled its angry fist

toward the hole, which closing, chopped its arm off at the wrist


Jim fell into his bedroom, landing neatly on his head

which fortunately had the sense to land upon the bed

Around him splattered greasy rain - spitter, spatter, spot

a shower of Bogeyman remains, a steady drip of snot


The evidence of what went on, that proved it was no dream

now Jimmy had an hour or so to get his bedroom clean

For though his mother loved him, he felt sure there would be blows

if she found herself next morning standing ankle-deep in crows


And as he laboured tirelessly, his mind still in a whirl

he felt a sadness grip him as he thought about the girl

He hoped that she had told the truth – she said they’d meet again

He wished he could believe those words. He wished she’d told him when


He scraped the last of Bogeyman from off the bedroom floor

and careful not to tread upon the shadow of the door

He went into the bathroom and flushed the dregs away

then sank into his mattress as the dawn began to break

And as he pulled the covers round his tired and aching head

he finally remembered something else his grandpa said:

“It’s important to be wary if you set those bogeys free

they’re not like anyone you know, they’re not like you and me


They’re made from dust and bits of brain and old discarded skin

and who knows what would happen if they ever left those tins

They’re heartless, mindless, soulless, unpredictable as weather

So wander lonesome through your life, and try to stick together.”


Jim asked him to explain his words, they’d left him quite confused

His grandpa said, “That’s fair enough,” and generously refused

“Look out! A bear!” he cried out, and began to run away

but Jimmy grabbed his eyebrow and persuaded him to stay


“Ow! Ow! Okay! Okay! Just tell me what you want to know.”

“The secret of success,” Jim said, and let his eyebrow go.

“You’re asking me?” his grandpa said, “who’s never done a thing?

Or been ten miles from where we sit? You must be desperate, Jim.”


“Grandpa!”  Jimmy shouted. “You are old so you should know

all sorts of things to help me out as through the world I go.”

His grandpa thought and finally came up with this advice:

“I don’t know everything,” he said, “but I do try to be nice

To everyone, and then I find they’re often nice to me

Apart from that, and what comes next, the rest’s a mystery

“Your life will have its ups and downs, Champagne will lose its fizz

good things will come, bad things will go, that’s just the way it is

Never think a situation is so bad you won’t get through:

things have a way of working out no matter what we do


“The world might say I’m lying, Jim, don’t listen what they say

with passing time, things work out fine. It’s always been that way

So Jimmy, keep your chin up even when the road is steep

and here’s my last suggestion, lad


…Shut up and go to sleep!”




The End

Submitted: February 17, 2012

© Copyright 2022 Chris Gerard. All rights reserved.

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I couldn't possibly hang onto all that silly-wonderful word-play so I just plucked out two before the read was done - stooping fool and laughing sock. Which, with your kind permission, I may use from time to time in conversation to tweak a friend's tired mind into a laugh free of care. Also I've no doubt the temptation may arise in me to pull someone's eyebrow if they have slipped the leash of civility.
Anyway - wonderful romp. The part where language goes ker-bonkers is just where the funny bone is in my head, so thank you again so much. I shall also endeavor to remember Grandpa's message of comity being the thiing, even when the Champagne loses its fizz.
Best regards, Wilbur/Connie

Sat, February 18th, 2012 5:27pm


Thank you so much Connie. I started writing this so long ago, and even now, very few people have ever read it, so your comments really mean a lot, especially as they are so positive. I'm never sure if the strange things that come out of my head only appeal to me, so it's reassuring to hear that maybe I'm not insane (or at least not alone!):)

Sat, February 18th, 2012 3:21pm

Party Poison Lynn

A wonderful ending to a wonderful story! It pulled me in at the beginning of part 1, quite like Jimmy was pulled into Shadowland, but I daresay I enjoyed the journey more than him! I can't think of a better way to end it; everything flowed smoothly into a happy ending mixed with humor. I enjoy everything you write, but this especially! :)

Thu, June 14th, 2012 8:40am


I'm so glad you read it all (possibly the only person apart from me and a very small handful of others) and for liking it!
I think some things are inspired, and I certainly don't know where this came from, but it seems strange to have something apparently inspired, that no one ever sees, so it means a great deal to me that you have seen it. Thanks a lot :O)

Fri, June 15th, 2012 2:42pm


Yes, there is a Part 2! Found it!

And I love it!
Bogies save the day... and then try to destroy it... so like them...

Where DO you get your ideas from, I wonder?

Tue, August 21st, 2012 11:08am


Thanks so much, and for being one of the very few people to read this through - it was the reason my agent finally dropped me (It was too disgusting, and she retired soon after - I hope that wasn't my fault). I've no idea where the ideas come from, wish I did!

Fri, September 14th, 2012 2:11am

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