FORWARD FROM THE AUTHOR: I decided that after this story is completed and I finish another story presently I will do a follow up in which Will And Vince my favorite two characters from WILL AND GRACE (Yes! That's really them in the park with their kid in this adventure.) will be Grandpas taking their Son's grandkids to Disney World for another go through in the mansion. Details to follow, folks.

Now onto our current story already in progress.

TWO MEN A BABY AND 999 GHOSTS PART EIGHT

By Steven Acevedo

Will and Vince were turned into ghosts.

"What's the purpose of this?" Will whined.

"To blend in, you idiot!" Steven said with an irritable look on his face. "Some of these spirits get scared easily coming face to face with humans."

"Like Ol' Willie The Wisp," Wathel said rolling in. He was still in the basketball shape Little Leota put him in. With a loud POP he reverted back to normal or what passes for it anyway. "Remind me never to hit on anyone under 200 years again."

Steven just rolled his eyes in disgust.

"Wathel you are completely hopeless."

"Won't they notice we're not who they think we are?" Will then asked.

"Two guys dancing among a ballroom of ghosts? Nah! They won't see a thing," the warlock said sarcastically. "Now get in there!"

And so they went out on the dance floor with the others. They darted their heads left and right searching for Ben. Absently Vince made a wrong turn and got a chilling sensation as one of the other dancing ghosts passed through him and Will.

"Brrr! That felt creepy," Vince said nearly frozen from the incident.

"You know maybe this place isn't as bad it's made out to be," Will said. "I could definitely see myself being amomg the party goers here."

"Only if I'm here with you," said smiling. "No ghost takes away the person I love more than life itself." He looked into Will's eyes deeply.

"Focus, guys!" Wathel interupted. "Your kid found a way into the attic."

Realizing the heaviness of the situation they quickly danced through a wall over the organ.

The ghostly glow was gone and they reverted back to mortal beings again. It became apparent as soon as they crashed into a stack of junk a few seconds later.

Picking themselves off the floor they began walking gingerly around the knick-knacks strewn all over the place.

"Looks like my Sister's room after a blind rate," Vince quipped.

"SHRIEK!" A ghoul popped out one of the many boxes lying about which scared both guys.

"Ben! Ben! Where are you?" Will shouted out.

"Abu Gabu!" a small voice cried out. He sounded very happy.

"BEN!" Will ran up and grabbed the baby as fast as he could with Vince close behind him.

Little Ben laughed and giggled seeing both daddies. They smothered him with hugs, kisses and warm noozles on the cheeks.

"Awww! The love of a family. How I miss it," Wathel said folding his hands in a mock angelic prayer.

"Why were you cwying, before. Widdle Benny," Will asked in baby-talk to his son. "Did the big bad ghosties scare you?"

"Diedy change!" Steven said appearing out of nowhere which startled Vince.

"Now. To get you out of here," he added.

"Which way do we go?" Will questioned Steven.

He pointed to the attic window. Whistling for a doombuggy they all got in. Unfortunately their way was blocked by a ghostly bride whose heart glown red with each heartbeat.

"Let 'em pass, Emily," The Warlock.

"Let me handle her, " Wathel said appearing. "You kids get on out of here."

Wathel sauntered to Emily. "Hey there. Wanna get hitched by the light of a full moon. baby?"

WHACK! - She hit him with the dead bouquet of flowers she held in her left arm.

It is to Wathel's credit that Emily didn't burn him with the candle she held with her right hand. It would've taken him weeks to sew up his ectoplasim together.

"I HATE my afterlife!" Wathel said.

To be continued...