Boogey has a minion!

Bethany the Digger

Boogey, he said, was a nickname he got when he was little. His ma called him 'her little Boogey boy,' he said.
"She's dead now," Boogey lit a cigarette and reclined back on the plaid, browning sofa. "The name stuck, though."
I couldn't believe I was there, in a basement of an old farmhouse, with a guy I didn't know. I guess in hindsight it was stupid to take off after a fight with my girlfriend in a truck that had practically no gas and didn't run worth piss in the winter anyway, but I was so mad. I was blindly mad, and I had to get out of the house or I would lose my mind.
I wasn't really shocked with the truck started to sputter and screech on the outskirts of town, but it still pissed me off. I was in the boondocks of the town. My phone had no service there.
When I opened the hood of the truck, nothing looked weird, and I figured it was the gas. I kicked the grill of the truck once or twice before looking around me. There was a beat up old farm house a few hundred yards away, so I took off towards it. It was very Texas Chainsaw Massacre, but I didn't really have a choice.
I hiked the walk of shame up the road and knocked on the door of the wooden, lopsided farmhouse door.
A guy answered the door, blonde, skinny, pale, with dark eyes that smoldered when he saw me. He furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you want?"
"My car broke down," I motioned behind me with my thumb. "I just need some gasoline."
He craned his neck and narrowed his eyes to see my shitty truck in the distance.
"I know fuck-all about cars, man," the guy said. "I'll get my dad."
"Thanks."
He hesitated. "Do you want to come in or something? You look like shit."
"You do too." I snarked back, but when he stepped aside to let me into the house, I followed his step.

That's how I ended up in the basement of the farmhouse. It was all so weird and fucked up, the way I was hanging out with a guy named Boogey while his old, grouchy dad towed my truck back to the farm.
"You can sit down, you know," Boogey swung his legs over the couch to make room for me. "You look real awkward just standing there."
I shuffled to the couch and sat down on the crunchy cushion. There were taxidermy animal heads mounted on the peeling walls of the basement, deer and stuff like that, staring at me with dead, black eyes.
I was so uncomfortable.
"I don't hunt," Boogey ashed his cigarette right on the ground, even though there was an ashtray on the table right in front of us. "My dad likes to hunt. I never got into it."
"Why not?"
He shrugged. "I guess I like animals or something. Dunno."
I observed Boogey for probably an uncomfortably long moment. He glanced at me back sideways. "What?"
"I guess it's just weird I've never seen you before."
I lived in a pretty small town, hardly considered a city, the type of place where everyone knows everyone, people know about your business before you do. He looked probably about my age, but I didn't know him.
"I've been around as long as you have," Boogey dragged on his cigarette. "I've seen you. And your girlfriend."
I stiffened.
"Oh, jeez," Boogey rolled his eyes. "Girlfriend problems? That's why you're all huffy?"
"Well what happened was-"
Boogey waved his hand. "I don't really care."
"That's fair."

The rickety basement door opened, and the old, red-faced man shuffled down the stairs, grunting every other step.
"Truck's done," He swung a dirty rag over his shoulder. "Changed your oil too."
I rose to my feet. "Hey, thanks."
The man grunted once more and disappeared back up the stairs.
I turned to Boogey where he lay smoking his cigarette and staring up at the ceiling. It was a real weird moment then, like I had to say something symbolic or meaningful to him before I left.
"Well..." I patted my jeans pockets. "See you around."
"Later."
I left the farmhouse, got into my truck, and started back home.

And then I will ride with my deflated pride
And the warmth of the blood in my shoe,
'Till an ugly old scar and a broken guitar
Will be all that reminds me of you.

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