Chapter 2- The nightmare starts.

In the hall was only a pair of boots, covered in nearly a foot of worms. Cal approached carefully and saw a few strange things in the pile… His uncle's glove, his father's belt… "No… No it can't be!" he said aloud, catching the attention of Teddy Long.

"What's wrong player?" he asked of him.

Cal tried to hold back his tears. "Mr… Mr. Long… that's my uncle… and my father!" he cried to him.

Teddy looked at the worms and gave him a strange look. "Son, you do know where babies come from right? Those aren't your father, or uncle," he explained.

Cal shook his head to him. "NO! The Boogieman did this to my father and uncle!" He snapped back. Teddy just shook his head and walked off, muttering that Cal needed professional help. Yet Cal's cry wasn't un-noticed. Matt Hardy heard him and looked to the ground of worms.

"That's just nasty," he said, when he caught something. Matt bent down and picked up something shiny in the worm. It was a necklace, and Matt knew whom it belongs to. "That's Taker…. My God, that's the Undertaker!" he yelled aloud. Cal nodded to Matt, trying to hide his tears, yet when Cal's sunglasses were off. Matt put two and two together. The resemblance was uncanny. "You're the son of the Deadman," he whispered.

No words came from Cal, yet it was all the answer Matt would need. He began to look about for a container of some sort, when he came across one. JBL's hat, with care and all the strength he had to prevent himself from throwing up. He placed one pile into the hat. They all just fit. "Ten gallon hat my ass" Matt Muttered. "Come on…"

"Wait… my uncle. We can't leave him here!" Cal protested.

Matt Hardy stared at him oddly. "Uncle… you mean… Kane?" he demanded. Matt looked down at the pile and saw the leather gloves and boots. "Do I have to?" he asked.

Cal wasn't budging a bit until he knew his uncle was safe. Matt rolled his eyes as he handed him the hat. "Hold your dad. I'll be right back"

Matt walked away, disgusted to what he was doing, yet soon felt him self being watched. He came across a dark room where someone grabbed his shoulder, and yanked Matt Hardy into the darkness….

Cal waited for Matt to return, when he heard someone laughing. "That's too rich!" Cal turned and saw Randy Orton. "Your dad… is a thing of worms! GOLD! Let me borrow him. My dad and I are going fishing tomorrow," Randy laughed.

"Shut the hell up! It can happen to yours too asshole!" Cal snapped back at him.

Randy wasn't leaving. "Oh I'm sure… yet it didn't. It happened to yours! Randy went over to the pile of worms and began moving them around with his foot. "If your dad is in the hat… who's this? Oh wait… I know… your uncle!" With a swift kick, Randy made the worms scatter all about the hall.

"You son of a bitch!" Cal wanted so badly to strike, yet knew if he did…. Randy would take the hat that carried his father. Orton smiled.

"You can't do nothing, and you are nothing without your old man"

"Sounds farmiller" Cal smirked back.

Orton's smile dropped. "Shut up you little…." Orton raised his fist to Cal, yet it was caught. He turned to see Matt Hardy, with a possessed look on his face.

"Leave…." Were the only words Matt spoke. Orton instantly took his leave, as Hardy pulled out a towel from his back pocket. Much more quickly and easily, he placed the worms inside and picked up the ones Randy had kicked. When finished he signaled Cal to follow him. Cal did so, and felt something farmiller about Matt. They came to the Undertaker's locker room. Matt gently placed the worms down and turned to Cal.

"Forget about going to Raw, he's just gonna follow you there. You stand and fight" Hardy stated in a stern tone.

"What's gotten into you Matt… You're possessed aren't you?" Cal questioned.

Matt didn't answer him. "Boogieman has a weakness, and we need to exploit it. Cal… You and I are going to take down the Boogieman!"