The Legend of Torbalan

No one  knows what he looks like.
No one  ever hears him coming. 
No one even knows his true name - only that he carries a big sack and he's coming to get you and eat you alive. 

The Bulgarian sackman.
Torbalan, we call him - after hit sack. That is all we were ever told. 
The shortest bedtime horror of the Balkans.

But parents know better than to give him a face, 
for there is no weapon more powerful than imagination - and none more dangerous than a child's. 

But is that all there is?

So many children for a single hunger - I often caught myself thinking...

Perhaps he takes the soul instead - twist it in the dark abyss.
And in the bling of an eye he slips - 
between the shadows, between the worlds - he's gone!

And after all, the question remains - 
How does he always know?
Perhaps he is watching even now.
Perhaps he is coming right for you.