Authors Note: I changed the rating to PG-13 because of how the stories working out. I don't really think its PG-13 but then again I don't think its PG either. I always thought there should be a rating in-between. Also, just an interesting fact I didn't realize this until I finished but the little girl's room looks a lot like mine did when I was little. Anyway have fun reading.

I walk toward the door leading to my next job slowly giving myself time to think of what to do. Images had flooded my mind about the girl. Her actions would be accidental. A pity. I was looking forward to someone cruel. Someone, who I could make like Michael. Someone who the only reason I found out there name was so I could torture them better not like...

Hmmm...the girl would be fun anyway. I would take my time on her. Drag her pain out for several months. I needed to get back into my old rhythm of things.

I reached her closet and peered through. I had arrived in the early hours of the morning and no one was around but her. I crept into the room careful not to make a sound, not yet anyway. The room was a serene picture of happiness, lit by the soft glow of a Mickey Mouse nightlight with crayons, markers, and paper littering the floor. The room was a soft pink with colorful pictures of scribbles, probably done by the girl, hanging on the wall. By the time I was through with her they would look a lot different.

Hmmm...doing something with her drawings was not a bad idea. I went over to the closest one and touched it, covering it in green slime.

Mobiles of fairies and birds hung from the ceiling and on a shelf there was a collection of Beringstein Bears books and plastic horses. Against one wall there was the bed and inside the sleeping girl.

She looked so peaceful like a little angel. Her big beautiful eyes were closed and large yellow curls of hair fell over her face. The girl's chest rose slowly with each breathe and she wore a soft white nightgown.

I reached out to push back the hair from her face, and then stopped. What was I doing? I was here to hurt her. HURT HER. Suddenly, the girl stirred and I stood frozen, unable to move, unable to melt back into the shadows.

The girl opened her eyes. They were aqua blue, so innocent. She looked at me for a while than said in the sweetest voice possible "I'm Karly. Who you?"

Huh, wasn't she afraid of me? I was terrifying looking. That was the point. I was the essence of fear. My job was to horrify. I was to stunned to think replying weakly, "I'm the Boogeyman."

"Ello Boogeyman." We stood there for a while just staring at each other. Her big blue eyes seeming to see right through how I looked, my job, my past, everything. Finally, I heard the sound of footsteps.

Karly must of to because she said. "Daddies coming. You beta hide. Daddy no like visitors."

She seemed to shiver and I blurted out without thinking (something common after meeting the girl) "Do you like Daddy?"

She nodded no. "Daddy mean. Daddy hurt mommy and me. Please, go before Daddy hurt you to." She had put her hands around herself and curled up into a ball.

"Do you want to leave Daddy?"

"No can, I'm only four."

The footsteps were getting louder and louder. They sounded irregular like the person making them was stumbling. I only had a moment to decide.

"KARLY!" A loud voice came from the hall. "Karly Daddy's coming. Karly!"

I scooped up the little girl into my hands. She immediately began to cling to my neck. We had just moved back into the shadows when her father (I presumed) opened the door and the seemingly perfect little world of Karly's room was shattered.

He was swaying around drunkenly with a bottle of bear in his hand. He must have been at least 250 pounds with most of that sitting in his potbelly. He looked like he had not showered in days and his hair was greasy. Saliva dribbled down from the corner of his mouth.

We watched from safety as he began yelling out "Karly, Daddy's home. Karly were are you! Karly! You know it will be worst the longer it takes me to find you." Karly began to whimper in my neck as this happened and I uncounsously began to pat her back.