From Under Bed
by iamredbird8
Chapter 1- To Sleep ...Perchance To Die
It takes a lot to raise a man who has seen so much horror from a deep slumber, but the sound of voices did just that. The Boogieman slid his leg over the bed and sat while he got his barings. The nose also awoke the dog Pepper but the Chiwuahua just cicled on its 3 legs and lied back down. As Boogieman got up he looked at his wife still lieing is deep slumber. "The beautiful Kelly Kelly... how lucky am I to have such a wonderful wife." the Boogieman thought. Everyone wanted something from the boogieman. Whateer it was the genus IQ the New York police force had counted on for so many year to sove all the cases they could not. Or his amazing in ring abilities that Mr Mchman and the WWE fans loved. Or his 'relationship' with the supernarural that he tired to avoid yet always seems to rear its ugly head. Evryone wanted something from the boogieman, but not Kelly Kelly. She had seen the small part of his soul that shone like the polished metal of a championship belt. He knew all the Ken a barbie wrestlers in WWE Town wondered what a beatuty like her saw in him... if they only knew her dark secret
He looked at his hands as he walked to the abtchroom. They say you are lucky if you have enough friend to count on one hand. Most wrestler could count their many friends on a hand as big as The Big Shows... but The Boogie man though to himself he could be lucky if he could count his real friends on a hand as small as Hornswoggle's. The though made him laugh "What would the WWE fans think if they knew that the person they THOUGHT was a midget wretler pretending to be a leprecaun was REALLY a leprechaun pretending to be a midget wrestler?" This made The Boogieman chuckle as he went into the bathroom.
As he turned on the light, even he winced back at the sigth of his tattooed scarry face. He cruched the small paper dixie cup he had been using because he was brushging his teeth and it made him think of WWE Town. WWE Town was the town hidden in the wooods of Upper Connecticut. It was where all the WWE people sendt the Summer months. You think the WWE is all year round but actually in the spring they film every show 2 times and show the second ons during the summer. During those 4 summer months everyone involved in the WWE live together in this hidden town, away from the fans and press. The idea came from Hacksaw Jim Duggan and all the WWE superstars were so in love with this hide away town that when Hacksaw died, he was burried in the center of the WWE Town cemitary on the high hill with a tombstone in the shape of a arm holding a two bi four upon whoch read "Hacksaw Jim Duggan born 1954 died we are not sure'. Had Hacksaw been a wise old man or a fool? This town had been a god send...until the last 3 weeks, sense then its been a package stright from the devil himself
The Boogieman reached for the door knob to leave the bath room and as he touched it the rmemebered touching the door knob of the police commisher of detectives of new york for the last time.. as he left the police room forever. "Im sorry" said the capatinb of detective of New Yoork in a grave tone, "you were the best detective this town has ever seen. Hell the best detective ever I bet. Its like someone took Shelocke Homes and popped him right down in the middle of good old new york. And son, I could handle the tattooed face, te missing front teeth, even your ungodly strengh, heck tose even come in handy at times" The Police captain went on, "But the... 'thing' about you... the... 'thing'... This is a police office, not a hauted house. There no room her for this hocus pokus. Half of me want to laugh in your face about all this supernatural BS... but the other half... well the other hal\f, Im not afrai to tell you, is scared... more scared than an old detective should be. So go, Id tell you to leave your gun, but I know you never carried one... probly cuz you never NEEDED one. Im sorry Leonard, but Leonard T. Boogemon is no longer a New Youyr city detective."
As he opened the bathroom door the sound from outside hit his ears again like a short clothes line. The sound of people shouting that had awakenedn him. He heard it again and it remeinded him that was the reason he awaoke. The bookieman ran downstairs and out onto the front porch only to gasp in disbelief at the thing he saaw. Theings had went from bad to worse... Boogie man worse.
Chapter 2- Two Is Company Three IS MURDER
What Boggieman saw on his front porch shocked him like a soned cold stunner. There on his front lawn was a crowd. A cowd of WWE wrestlers and their families. All of the Ken a barbie type, all beautiful and handsome men cut like dimons and the wemen as flawless as the same dimonds. He saw Chris masters, Drew macintire, Randy Orton, MaRYSE and more. The were all carrying makshift weapons like shovels, baceball bats, and Orrs and holding fash lights. There were arguing woth the group of people standing ON Boogiemans porch. Boogiemans shock took a sharp right turn into ashamed as he realized who was standing on his porch, who as arguning with the ken and barbies of the WWE on the boogiemans behalve. Boogieman had just been thining how he didnt have enough friends to even count on tiny Horswoggle's hand. Now he saw MORE than a handful of people on his porch defending him, MORE than a handful of people on his side... MORE than a handful... of friends.
"People listen" Christian called as he stood on Boogieman's pouch. Behined Christian stoond others who The Boogieman called friend. There was Shamus, Golddust, Ray Misterio, Kane, and others.
Christian continued "You dont understand. You cone here because you think The Boogieman is responsible for the children who have myseriously gone missing the past few weeks. But hes not responsible, hes HELPING! He used to be the greatest detective in all of new your and you know we cant call the offical police out to WWE town of the world will find out about our only Refuge from the poperazi. The Boogie man isnt out to GET your children, hes out to SAVE your childrne! Dont you see the irony?"
The Boogieman was reminded of the past 3 week, everything was fine up till then. Then each week, another young child has went missing. First Drew's son, then Even Born's son The Jon Morrison's son. The Whole WWE Town was in an uproar and Boogieman couldnt blam them for taking some extreme measures. He stood in the shadow's and listened.
"Thats what YOU say" Yelled Drew Macintire as he came out of the crown weilding a baseball bat like an inraged baseball player. "But he hasnt uncovered one clue yet and tonight... tonight even more has happened. Tripple HHH's son has gone missing, right out from theire guarded mansion!"
"I promise you all, The Boogieman will help, hes helped me before" Said Christian.
"Oh yeah, how?" cryed out the crowd?
Christian replied "Er.. Uh, I cant say, its a dark secret, but I promise he will do all he can to help you, you can trust him."
The Booiesman stepped out of the shadowsand he spoke "I will help, I have been working all night and day nonstop and I WILL find you children, but it will take time... I know all about time" ...Boogieman thought to himself.
"Ok said the crowd and they left, but they were mumbling unhappy. Boogie man has soothed them just a little now, but soon they would become cratures of fear and scared and they would look for an easy target yet once again.
"Are you ok?" asked Christinan?
"Yes" said the boogieman "you are all good friend and I thank you for protecting my home and by beautiful wife Kelly Kelly, but please go home, I dont want you to place yourselfs in any more peral than you already have done. Thank you my friends, thank you more than you could know."
They all left the proch, each saying their goodbyes to Boogieman. Soon only The Boogieman and Shamus were left on the Porch. Boogie man looked at the pale huge man. Made even more pale by the moon light and looking even taller than he does on tv because hes so big that when other wresters wrestle him they wear boots ith thick heels to make them look taller so its not so obvious how really tall Shamus is.
Shaus Spoke in this thick Irish accent "Well me Boy-o" he said "Look like ye got ye self in a heep o ol trouble now donch ya?"
"Looks that way Shamus" Said The Boogieman "but they are good people, theya re just scared."
"HA" laughed Shssmus "Those Ken un Barbie types, they don be knowin what scared is to be sure. A wee bit o' trouble come into they perfect little live un ye know they gonna blame it on others, people who be different Well they don even have a real clue what trouble is bein."
Boogieman could see his friend was getting angrier and magier. Was the shock of red hair on Shamus's head getting even redder or was it the pale face getting redder with rage tha made it look so. Boogie man tried to talk is frind down "Look" boogieman said "They just need some time to think and calm down to clear things up"
"Uh, clear thin ups ya say boy=o?" Shamus said "well the lord and devil be know Samus knows a lot about being clear, by golly" Shamus laugheed and held up his pale fist and and The Boogieman watched as Shamus's had became EVEN MORE paler... and more paler.. until you could see completely though it, not more than a apperiation of a fist in the air.
Shumus's laugh turned to a moan, a moan of a man who knew only loss and pain in in life and the fist suddenly became solid again... almost too solid as Shamus took it and slammed it into a piller of The Boogiemans porch, smashing if like some sorth of small pale irish wreckingball.
The boogieman should have been shocked, or angry, or stunned, but he was sad. Sad for his friend. Only Boggieman knew Shamus's tragic secret. That the father of Shaus was the last true giant in all of Ireland, a sad soul who hid himself in a cabijn in the wood away from the hateful eyes of the normal folk. And there, in those irish wood and in his lonelyness he listened in the noght to the soulful cries of the Irish banshiee. His only companion in those woods was that sad sad sad spirit. And somehow, though magic, lonelyness, or the real magic of lonelyness, Shamus was concevied. A creature born of sadness and lonelness, placed on a path that only had two directions, more sadnees and more lonelyness.
"Im..I... Im sorry me friend" said Shamus " But me blood is a rage Un as bad as it es to say Im be almost glad to see those oh so perfect WWE superstars suffer just a lil. I must a be goen now."
Shamus ran off, his huge pale form disappearing into the night like a moonbean lost from it's mother moon. Boogieman though "What a strange thing for Shamus to say... he is so bitter, but even he must feel for a missing child... wouldnt he?"
Boogieman turned to return insdie the house to his lovely wife Kelly Kelly, but a russle beingind him made him turn. Leaping from the bushes came Drew Macintire weilding a baseball bat like a mad man yelling "I want my son back you moonster!"
Boogieman reacted qucikly and almost by nature. Drew drew closer and swong the bat like a major league allstar. Qucikly and like a cat, Boogieman drew from behind his back a clock, a red alarm clock he had bought a case of in the weeks before and as Drew's swing came closer, closer closer... Boogieman slammed the clock up wards and smashed it waith a large crash agains his own HEAD!
The silence came first, like always. Then Boogieman wiped a small drop of blood from his eye that had driopped down from his forehead where the smahing clock had cut his already badly scared forehead. The looked at Drew. He was not moving, of course. He was frozen... like a picture or a cardboard cut out. Drew, like the leave in the trees, the breeze on the wind, and everyoine in WWE Town was frozen... frozen in time. Everyone but the Boogieman's.
The Bogieman knew the drill by heart. He had 6 minuties and 66 seconds before time started up agin. That was just enough time to carry Drew back to Drew's house, undress him, and place him next to his lovely wife Eve. When when time started again Drew would think his greef driven action was all just a bad dream. Drew was a good man, he was just upset with his missing child. As The Boogieman hurriedly carried Drew under his arm he thought to himself, "So help me, nothing will stop me from finding these miissing children, nothing... not hatred... not fear,... not even time itself."