Mr. SandmanBogmire looked around until he found a door.
It looked like a little girl's room allright and as matter of fact there on the bed sleeping like a little angel was a blond hair little girl. She couldn't be any older then seven or eight.
This should be easy. Bogmire laughed to himself.
Bogmire walked over to the little girl and leaned over her.
He didn't want to hurt her. He may be a ghost from hell but he had a soft spot for children. He played with many of them in heaven. As a matter of fact they were the first to accept him. Ah the many hours they played...chasing stars...playing hide of seek in the clouds. Playing with all the animals. It was wonderful.
But he did have a job to do.
Bogmire leaned over her.
Bogmire falls to the ground.
The little brat had punched him.
Still holding his chin he watched as the little girl was moving all over the bed. She looked as if she was having a horrible time.
"I wonder what is wrong with her?" he whispers as he wait
Pool Anyone?"Look at that walk, I tell you dear after almost ten years of marriage you still have a wiggle that make me swoon."
"Slim stop it...Sues in the next room."
"Aw...come on hun how long are you gonna make me wait?"
"Just until I get my shower then the night is young and we will make it ours."
With that Petuniawalked outta the room leaving Slim to wonder about on his own for awhile.
Well...guess I can play a game or two...Sue should be fine she has had her meds and should be knocked out cold for awhile.
Slim sets himself up a game and within minutes he manages to knock everything into the pockets.
"Dang man thats a new record for me two minutes!" he said with a smirk.
"Bet ya I can do it faster."
Slim turned around and saw a man stading in the doorway.
He was a handsome sort. Tall over 6 ft. With dark brown hair and stiking blue eyes. The only thing odd about him was he was wearing all purple.
"Who are you?" asked Slim as he picked up his cue.
"I'm John...a friend of the family here...I'm
Second to DieBogmire floated silently along the hallway pacing back and forth.
No matter how hard he tried he could not get his mind off of what happened.
"I guess I was just never meant to be happy." he sighed as he slumped down to the floor.
Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!
Bogmire floated upward with a jolt.
"Who in the heck is causing all that racket?"
Floating through the door he happens to pass right through a very large object.
Looking back he saw the biggest human he has ever saw.
The man was sweating as he walked down the stairs.
Thunk! Thunk! Went his shoes as he carefully walked down them.
"Ohhh this could be fun!" thought Bogmire as he followed the man.
Finally the man stopped infront of a door and slammed it open.
Several yelps were heard inside as he walked over to the table and pulled out a chair and sat down. Bogmire was susprised the chair did not break when he sat down, but it did whine and groan everytime he moved.
Bogmire looked to the side and saw many boys from the age of 10 to 16. They a
A Little History on BogmireBogmire looked at the body before him.
Stupid old man didn't stand a chance.
All of a sudden he heard the familar sound of bones rattiling.
Turning he saw the face of Death.
"Move aside young demon. I have a soul to collect and take to the glory land."
"Where he will forever be free of his worries and fears..." death began.
Bogmire sighed when ever death was around he always did this dramatic speech. Weather he was collecting a soul to take to heaven or a soul to bring down to Bogmire and his crew. It didn't matter.
"Uncle Death...I have been promised that I could have these souls."
"Who made a promise like that to you?" he demanded.
"Well I made a deal with a human who wanted me to kill everyone in the house..."
All of a sudden he felt something hard wack him on the head.
Death had wacked him on with his fist
Clutching his head in his hands Bogmire tried very hard not to cry.
"What the hell did you do that for?" he yelled.
Death shook his head.
"You know I love you b