Boogeyman booty call a s.., p.1
Boogeyman Booty Call (A Shadow Network Romance), page 1
BOOGEYMAN BOOTY CALL
Harpie Alexa
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ABOUT
She was just a human, but she was everything to him.
When an ad for Monster Match pops up on his phone, Gary the Boogeyman is intrigued, that is until the wretched programming takes over his device completely. So he fills out a profile.
All signed up and receiving DMs, Gary has no choice but to go on at least one date, but he’s not looking for love or anything special. He’s looking for a Bootycall and for his phone to stop acting up.
But what happens when the mystery woman is someone he knows? Someone he admires? Do humans even have big enough hearts to love creatures of the night? Demonic beings called… Boogeymen?
Chapter One
Gary
Gary sighed heavily as he stripped out of his long coat and slung it over the rusted nail hanging on the wall, then strode toward the back room for a snack and a drink.
It had been three long weeks since he’d started his latest assignment, haunting a small child by the name of Amy because she’d refused to be a good girl, and now, Gary was completely exhausted. He didn’t even have the strength to close the door behind him when he entered. The bright morning light filtering into his dwelling hissed at the shadows, forcing them to retreat.
Floorboards creaked underneath Gary’s feet as he trudged down the hall. His roommate, Frank, called out to him from their shared living space, which had been taken over with wilted plants and other things he despised.
“Another bad day?” Frank asked, suddenly getting to his feet. With a deep frown, his roommate made his way over to the entrance and sealed the front hatch closed, then resumed what he’d been doing before Gary arrived home, whatever that was.
“Worse than bad,” Gary replied dourly, his glum mood sticking to him like tacky candy. “It was terrible. Made no progress at all and she left me a bowl of treats again. I hate treats.”
“Well, that doesn’t give you the right to let all that light in. You almost killed my plants.”
“They are already dead and withering,” Gary said with tired exasperation, his roommate obsessed with his indoor garden to the point of insanity. Before Frank had moved in, every crack, every crevice, every dingy, uncomfortable spot was his. But now? Now that all belonged to the decaying plant matter barely clinging to life.
“And they need to stay that way. No more light, Gary, or I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to move out.”
He paused in his tracks. “This is my dwelling, not yours. You will not force me out of my own home, Frank.”
The demon hissed.
“Fine,” Gary said in annoyance, not wanting to start another argument with the psychotic being he’d allowed to move in, regrettably. The male had been fired from his job because of his violence. He didn’t need any of that here. “I’ll be more careful.”
Frank nodded. “As you should be. You will get the sickness if you don’t.”
“The sickness gets everyone eventually,” Gary muttered under his breath, leaving Frank in the dust of his footsteps. Now at the back room, he reached his hand into the crate of freshly dead things he’d ordered and pulled out a meaty chunk to gnaw on.
Gary unhinged his jaw and swallowed the bloody item whole, not waiting for his sharp teeth to shred the tasty bits into something more easily digestible. Then, because he didn’t have the energy to do anything else besides fall asleep, he flattened himself and crawled into the tiny space under the crate and closed his eyes.
For several hours he tried to let the darkness consume him, but when sleep wouldn’t come, Gary thought of Amy.
She’d been a bad girl lately. Not listening to her mother. Talking back to those in charge. Throwing tantrums when she didn’t get her way. The usual, basically. But there had been one small thing which made his job impressively hard. Amy didn’t frighten, so her unacceptable behavior never improved.
Gary didn’t understand the cause of her uncharacteristic bravery for a misbehaving six-year-old, but that changed nothing. He still did what any other Boogeyman did in that situation and went into work each night to scare the ever-living crap out of a child. He hid in her closet, under her bed and behind her dresser, waiting to jump out at the most precise time. He stood in the corner of her room or behind her curtains, twirling them whenever it was appropriate, usually when her gaze roamed to the bedroom window. Sometimes, he even clung to the ceiling and watched her while she slept, hoping this would be the time she’d scream in fear. But Amy never did.
It seemed to Gary that Amy was impervious to fear. She didn’t like it much either, but she also didn’t run from it. It was like she was completely unbothered by his presence and just accepted it as fact, as if it were part of normal, everyday life.
It is no wonder her mother can’t handle her, he thought, feeling for the woman. Not once in his long career as a Boogeyman had he ever felt bad for the parents. Not once. Then again, not once had he had to deal with a freakishly level-headed kid.
If Amy happened to spot him in the middle of the night, she’d wave at him with a somewhat friendly smile or leave a plate of snacks, and then frown when he took none. He couldn’t. Such sugary things would rot his teeth and make him throw up. Not to mention, the gesture would be seen as kind and he had a job to do. To scare little Amy. So Gary would ignore the treats and the trinkets left behind by the little girl each night, growing more tired as he tried to find some way to frighten her.
And then there was her mother to contend with. The poor soul. Laura cried to herself each night, her tears soaking her bedtime blouse to the point of discomfort. The woman was so worn out that her pleas for help worsened by the day.
One time, on his way to work, Gary had overheard her talking to herself about how terrible a mother she was and how only a failure could raise a child so disobedient.
Gary remembered that night so vividly that he could almost hear Laura’s pitiful wailing right then as he laid under the crate, staring at the puddle of blood leaking from the bottom.
He wanted to tell Laura she wasn’t a bad mother at all, that from the looks of it, she was doing her best. Gary didn’t know everything about rearing a child, since he had none of his own, but he knew about discipline. He knew about consequences. And Laura seemed fine with threatening her kid with Boogeymen, which was why he had taken on the job in the first place.
“Don’t talk like that, Amy. It’s disrespectful. Do you want the Boogeyman to come and take you away?” Gary remembered her asking, smiling at the first time she’d invited him into her home.
If anything, Gary was the one who was a failure, or so he felt. If he couldn’t terrify disobedience straight out of a child, what was the point of being a boogeyman at all? This was his dream work, his livelihood. If a demonic monster couldn’t frighten a human or pay the bills, could they even call themselves a monster at all?
I am trying my best.
And he did try his very best. Gary took his work so seriously, he didn’t have time for anything else. Not even himself. At the ripe age of forty-six, he was starting to age, and he had nothing to show for it but a few straggly pieces of graying hair at the back of his otherwise smooth scalp.
He didn’t even have a female, and hadn’t been laid in hell only knew how long.
Gary fisted his cock and pulled out his phone, turning the light to the dimmest setting. Stroking himself to a lazy rhythm, he searched the internet for monster porn. There was a ton of it. Real and fake. But he preferred the good stuff. The stuff where monsters fucked lonely and desperate women willing to do anything, even if her bed partner wasn’t human at all.
It was perverted and depraved, which he liked. Almost more than being a Boogeyman and scaring people for a living.
An interesting image with a clever title scrolled onto his screen. Gary cli
It was an ad.
Lonely and looking for a booty call? Try Monster Match, where all your filthy dreams come true. At Monster Match, we pair couples the only way. The right way. So, click the button below for more information or to set up your free Monster Match profile today!
Chapter Two
Laura
Laura’s phone dinged with a dying sound as a text came in. Her battery was low, but it wasn’t dead yet. Sighing, she pulled over at the next stop, which was a deserted and dingy looking gas station right off the highway exit. Once parked safely in the mostly empty lot, she looked down at her device. A message from Tammy, her boss, blinked across the screen, right underneath a notification from her bank that stated she was overdrawn again.
Laura didn’t want to open it, but she knew that if she didn’t, she’d never hear the end of it. For whatever reason, Tammy didn’t like her and did whatever she could within her power to make her life a living hell.
With a resigned sigh, Laura summoned the courage and opened it.
Turn around. We need you to come back in. Rey has a stomach bug and has called off. She was supposed to close tonight, but now that she can’t, you will.
Her stomach dropped as she swore under her breath. She’d just gotten off a ten hour shift. There was no way she could go back. She could barely keep her eyes open, let alone work the closing shift.
I can’t, she replied. I have to pick up Amy from school. Sorry.
Amy, her daughter, had just turned six last month, and had been nothing but a monster since her father decided to stop being in her life. Laura was at her wits end. She felt awful for being so fed up with her daughter’s bad behavior, but at the same time, Laura knew she couldn’t blame her. She was just a kid and she’d just lost her dad. And not because of some tragic accident. He just didn’t love them anymore.
When did he ever truly love us?
Laura’s phone dinged again. Not even a second had passed since she’d replied to Tammy.
Pick her up, then come back to work.
She slammed her head on the back of her seat. Tammy was like an unstoppable bull and she the red drape which the bull had its predatory eyes set upon. At least that’s how Laura felt most of the time.
I have no babysitter. I can’t let my six-year-old stay home all by herself.
Tammy sent her the eye roll emoji. Not my problem. If you don’t come back to work, we’ll find someone to replace you who cares about the company and what we do here.
We sell paper, Tammy. We’re a paper store. Laura wanted to roll her eyes back, but even they were too tired to move. What’s there to care about besides—She then deleted the last section of the message. It wasn’t appropriate and it didn’t look good to argue.
Not everyone lives in the digital world, Laura. Now get your ass back into work or you’re fired.
Throwing her phone on the seat, Laura screamed into her hands. She hated her job, but after her husband had left her for another woman, Donna, a woman who’d owned the previous company she’d worked for, Laura was left without a job.
And a house.
And a car.
The one she drove now was some beat up thing she managed to convince a scrap yard not to junk. Got a good deal on it too considering the insurance company had marked it down as totaled, which it wasn’t. There were plenty of dents, and it needed a bunch of repairs, but most of them were minor. and it was a hell of a lot cheaper than buying something straight off a lot. The previous owner had a decent, well paying job and paid good premiums, she figured.
Checking the balance of minutes she had, Laura dialed her mother-in-law. She hated the woman because she was no better than her ex-husband Tate, but she was desperate. Not to mention she had yet to pay Nancy, her babysitter, for last week, when Tammy pulled the same crap she had today.
Between being unable to pay and Amy’s horrible behavior, Laura knew she’d dodged a bullet when her babysitter didn’t quit right on the spot and report her to the police.
Three minutes. Laura had exactly three minutes to convince Renee to pick up Amy from school and then another three to call the administrators and tell them what was happening.
The phone rang exactly four times before her mother-in-law answered.
“Who is this?”
“Hey, Renee, it’s m—”
The tone went dead.
“Renee? Hello?” Laura stared at the screen where it said ‘call ended’ with blinking eyes before smashing the red button. She shouldn’t have been surprised. Renee always hung up, Laura didn’t even know why the woman picked up in the first place, or why she bothered calling.
“Come on!” She smacked her wheel, the horn went off and the person walking past her car flipped her the bird.
“I wasn’t honking at you!” she promised apologetically, but the guy had already moved on. Now she felt bad because she wasn’t the kind of person who’d personally made it her mission to make others have a bad day.
Sitting there pathetically and on the verge of tears, Laura put the car in drive and sped out of the gas station parking lot. She had to pick up Amy, but from there, she had no clue what the hell she was going to do. And if she didn’t figure it out quickly, she would be fired from the only place in town that had been willing to hire her.
Chapter Three
Gary
A bright light flashed before his eyes. Gary growled—his eyes temporarily blinded by the illumination.
“Stop moving, would you,” Frank griped, now scrubbing at his face for the ninth time in a row.
“You have no room to complain,” Gary snapped, rubbing his sockets furiously. “I’m the one who has to stand in front of the death trap while you take this inferno photo.”
Gary was in a terrible mood. He hadn’t even had a chance to relieve himself when that infuriating ad for Monster Match popped up on his screen. He’d clicked it one time. One stupid time and now he was receiving all kind of alerts from horny humans in the area who were looking to hook up, a problem he never thought he’d have. And now he couldn’t even get on the internet to watch porn without the ad making an appearance and blocking the sexy videos he usually watched to get off.
So, he followed the prompts and made an account with the matchmaking service which allowed demons such as himself the opportunity to meet women interested in ‘otherworldly’ hookups. Though after reading the fine print, otherworldly wasn’t meant literally. All the participants were willing but hooked up under the guise that their bed partners were roleplaying or wearing costumes, and weren’t actual monsters, even though he suspected many of them were.
He was.
Gary didn’t like the dishonesty, but he figured he’d never have to worry about that anyway. At this point, he told himself that he was only signing up to get control of his phone back. And he’d been nearly halfway through when the application demanded a photo. A recent one.
He couldn’t recall a time he’d needed to take one. And now he had seven horrible ones taking up space on his phone and even more in the delete bin.
“This was your idea, not mine,” Frank said.
“I told you I was capable of taking my own photo! You didn’t listen and demanded that you were an expert!” Gary snapped, tired of arguing. He’d not yet slept and was no longer in the mood to stroke his cock. Especially not with Frank’s ugly face standing in the corner of his room, attempting to ‘assist.’
“That’s because you killed Rosy,” Frank hissed, baring his teeth as if he wanted to take a bite out of him.
Gary clenched his jaw. Rosy was a plant. And it had died earlier, but at no fault of his own. “I am not to blame. It was probably tired of you pruning at it all day.”
