My father was a gambler when I was growing up, so I thought I would confide in himthis nightmare I kept having. "Dad," I began, "I keep having these dreams about a supernatural evil entity that takes horse racing bets from gamblers. He seems so real to me." "Don't worry, son," my dad assured me. "There's no such thing as the bookey-man."
My father was a gambler when I was growing up, so I thought I would confide in himthis nightmare I kept having.
"Dad," I began, "I keep having these dreams about a supernatural evil entity that takes horse racing bets from gamblers. He seems so real to me."
"Don't worry, son," my dad assured me. "There's no such thing as the bookey-man."