Authors Note: I'm sorry if I didn't make it clear but the college student did die between the 1st and 2nd chapter. This is also turning into a bit of an angsty fic so if the boogeyman's spending a little to much time on his feelings I'll try to get away from that a little and have more of a story. Anyway, this chapter is also told from the boogeyman's perspective. Enjoy.
I shook myself out of my thoughts. I realized I had been standing in front of the college student's closet for a while. I shouldn't be thinking of her so much my job was done. Her, I didn't even know what her name was. It didn't matter I was done I should be thinking about my next job. I hesitated for a moment then went over to one of the boxes stacked in the corner of her room and opened.
On top was a picture with the girl and several other people in front of a large building. I had seen before. Searching my memories I came up with the name Monticello. That's right the home of the man who founded the girls university. One of my jobs had studied him.
They all looked so happy. The girl was smiling and a boy had one arm around her waist and the other above her head in bunny ears. Four other boys and two other girls were also in the picture all smiling. Why was it so easy for humans to just be with each other? They had no idea how lucky they were. I threw the picture on the floor startled. Where had that thought come from? Who cares what humans do?
Next I found a ratty stuffed cat. It looked like it must have been at least ten years old. How, stupid to hold on to something so worthless for so long.
Next was a journal. I flipped through it. The first page read Karen's Journal Keep Out. So, Karen was the girl's name. I clutched it one hand tightly as I used the other to rummage through the rest of her stuff. I found everything from candles to old love letters. Finally, when I had finished going through all the boxes I stood there in a daze.
I had never done that before. Never gone through a job's stuff. Never found out there name on purpose there was no reason to. I walked back towards the closet refusing to let myself look around the small room again. That was stupid. Stepping into the closet I stepped into my world. A place were only I went.
It was deadly silent and dark to. A blackness that went on forever with no beginning or end. Every ten feet it was interrupted by blinding white rectangles of light. These were the entrances to different doors all over the world. Every door in existents could be entered through here.
I suddenly realized that I still had Karen's journal in my hand. I was about to through it into one of the doors but then stopped and placed in gently on the ground for me to find later. I could of found anything in here, from the door to the one closet that led to my job to the little journal I had just placed in the infinite space that was my world.
I then told my self to stop thinking of Karen, not Karen, my last job, to stop thinking about my last job and start thinking about my new one. Except I didn't have a new one. They came to me in visions and I had been so busy thinking about Ka...my last job that I had not realized I had not had one.
This was not unusual. I could wait a long time between jobs and like I said I usually spend more time on one then I did this time. So, I figured I'd visit one of my old jobs. This was one of the worst ones. One of those that is in a padded room. Usually, a job's mind takes over my task and they create their own nightmares. But sometimes I like to check up on them just to make sure. This job, what he would do, nothing I did would come close to punishing him enough.