The Long Boy

**ifsogirl88** · August 21st, 2009

Thanks for the help on the definition guys.

**LauraJo** · September 18th, 2009

The Long Boy makes me think of times when you think you see something in the mirror out of the corner of your eye and you spin round and nothing's there....

****shivers

**doowopgirl** · September 18th, 2009

Originally Posted by kevinrodgers90

It watches you from mirrors and the surface of glass objects! It "marks" you and bides it's time...waiting for the right moment to fulfill its unspoken promise! It is quite possibly one of the most frightening creatures that Stephen King has ever created! I'm scared of the Long Boy! Thoughts?

It is from Liseys story, but what is creepiest is that it could be ANYWHERE!

**michal** · September 21st, 2009

One of the most frightening features of it is that you can't really see it and therefor really are unable to even imagine it. It is everything and nothing.

**Travisisdead** · October 6th, 2009

I never thought of the piebald part as being "something wrong" with it. Like a piebald deer. So that just helped me out. He never describes the long boy with much detail. It was always a mystery. I knew what piebald meant, but never occured to me that he might have meant it as anything more than it's color, or mottling.
I also pictured it as some kind of big fat worm thing, with shadowy, blotchy coloring.
I have to read it again. And again.

**theStandLover** · July 21st, 2010

The Long Boy really scared me, too. I think the main reason I was scared was because, to me anyway, it seemed like it was a "physical" form of the biblical "hell". You know, where the truly evil go. Kind of like saying, once you've seen Hell -- and Hell has seen you -- that it's always there just waiting to snatch you up. Well, that's what I took the mirrors and reflections in drinking glasses to mean.

Dumb, I know -- I don't even believe in a real Hell. But still, that's what the Long Boy represented to me, so it scared the daylights out of me, lol!

**krs72** · March 23rd, 2011

What she saw was a patchwork head and an eye dead yet aware, black as wellwater and wide as a sinkhole.
She saw an opening in it's blunt head and a vast straw of flesh, a shapeless endless thing with patches of hair.
She had an idea that her nights of sound sleep were over, she would have to avoid mirrors and water-glasses.