I mean no disrespect to anyone's religion, this is all simply what I think Pitch's opinion would be.

Enjoy.

Exorcism

"Oh for goodness sake," Pitch shook his head pityingly at the four grown-up's who now sat in a circle round a table that Pitch slowly strolled round; hands clasped lazily behind his back.

"Is there anyone there? Tell us your name!" One man imploringly asked thin air.

"Pitch Black and what happened to not ever asking any spirit or devil their name?" The Boogeyman questioned with a snort even though his words went unnoticed amongst the adults.

"This is stupid, mom." A gangly boy, must be just out of his teens Pitch guessed, drawled at his mother, obviously finding this irritating.

The mother shushed him and clutched a cross in her hand.

As boring and tedious as Pitch found these little exorcisms or 'speak to the dead' sessions to be, every now and then he liked to make a show for these frauds. Most people are afraid of death, ghosts, hell and the unexplained.

"Please!" The man spoke loudly. "Let us know you are here."

"I'm heeeeere," Pitch sang into the silence.

"Mom, she's not possessed or haunted, for fuck's sa-"

"Don't you swear in this house!" She hissed angrily. "I believe in the Lord and the Lord will help us, help her; your sister."

"She had some bad nightmares and saw a person; she was still half asleep, she's five, mom!" A woman, maybe in her mid twenties, sniffed disapprovingly.

"I'm sensing something!" The man said nosily to pull the attention back to him.

Between the bickering Pitch had moved and was now lounging on the settee just behind the 'ghost whisperer' or whatever it was they called them these days.

"Well, you took your time," He replied playfully.

"Mom-"

"Dante." She shushed him warningly through gritted teeth.

"Befitting name," Pitch said, uncrossing his legs to stretch them out and 'accidently' nudged the table leg.

The spike of fear from the mother and the faint alarm from two of them was lovely.

The young sister in question was upstairs playing with a doll house, currently having no clue as to her mother's paranoia about spirits and whatnot. Honestly, let a child see you for a few seconds and the moment the parents find out they fly off the handle.

"We know you're here!"

Pitch rolled his eyes.

However droll and quite frankly, pathetic it was; fear was fear and it all mattered to Pitch given his waning power and besides, if this idiot wanted a good show then he'd give him one to give them all nightmares forever.

The Nightmare King stretched the shadow out of the couch underneath him and teleported to the child's room above them all. He stayed in shadow form as he watched this young girl with corn coloured hair playing in a stream of sunlight from her window; chattering happily to her dolls and she pretended they had their own lives.

Her name was Megan and she was a good little believer of his. If he had enough strength like he used to have he would've taken her long before now, she would make a pretty little dark princess.

For a split second a sudden wave of mild sadness and longing washed over Pitch but it was gone the moment he saw an opening.

Megan had scooted her dolls back to the doll house which had the entire front part open like a giant door so a child could easily access all the rooms; the front of the house had now blocked Pitch's view of her and so he crept forward on the floor; grinning in delight.

The five year old was crouched on her knees and elbows as she fiddled with taking off one of the dolls dresses.

She had seen him only at night hence why she seemed so happy and at peace in the day, in full sunlight no less. This is why Pitch had waited a few days to make her feel as though daytime was safe before appearing like he was about to.

"Hello, Megan," Pitch's soft and smooth voice sounded pleasantly.

She whipped her head to look to her right and got a full view of Pitch's face peering at her through one of the doll's windows, his big gold and silver eyes crinkling a little as he smiled at her, it grew to a smirk as he felt the fear surging through her. For few seconds she made no noise until Pitch slowly curled one hand round the side of the front of the house that curtained him from her and pulled it further back, it brushed against the carpet and suddenly he was face to face with her.

He had moved so suddenly that her trance was broken and she burst into an hysterical scream.

It felt beautiful all that fear from her and the alarm and fright from her mother and siblings downstairs complimented it so well.

Megan fled past Pitch, out her room and down the stairs, her partially undressed doll now forgotten. Pitch picked it up; he hadn't even bothered to move; stretched out on his stomach, one hand propping up his chin and the other was fiddling with the doll.

He looked so out of place her room with dolls and bears, sprawled like a cat in the sunshine. Pitch listened to Megan babbling about seeing the Boogeyman in her room and the tromping of footsteps as the 'professional' came up to sort it out.

"Are you in here?" He asked, entering the room slowly.

"Yeah," Pitch answered, kicking up his feet and crossing them as he flicked the doll across the room.

The human jumped quite spectacularly.

"You really have no idea about these sorts of things do you?" The woman from downstairs was stood in the doorway.

"I have been trained for encounters like-"

"Oh, encounters." She snarked.

Pitch liked her. She was wrong but the way this guy was going about it was also wrong, and embarrassing. May as well get them both.

With a cheerful smirk, Pitch leaped to his feet gracefully and went to walk past the three story high doll house, his hand came out and pulled it backwards; the whole thing crashed to the floor as tiny plates and cup smashed against one another.

The man let out a screech and the woman merely gasped as she clutched her heart in shock.

"Whoops."

Pitch slammed the shutters outside the window closed with a wave of his hand; the room half dark with small slivers of light coming through.

"Whoops again."

The door closed behind them with a sudden bang.

"I'm very clumsy today."

"Who the hell said that?!"

"...Me."