A haunted house in New Hampshire:

A family has experienced a couple of unexplained events. Their son is frighten beyond reason. The parents is doubtful that anyone could help. But the mother tries the church.

She asks the priest. And how I know? I'm there. "Hello, I'm sorry to bother you. M-my-family. Is in, trouble." Don't cry, don't cry. She is crying. She's wasting liquid fluids.

"I think our son is seeing things. The Devil is after him," she says.

Classic sign of a regular soul that attatches. Forget getting this priest, this takes priority. When he tells her that he'll take care of it, I'm thinking that he'll go ask and no help comes.

The mother left. And I follow. She cried again. "ENOUGH! Do I have to do this?" And she stop. She turned around. I revealed myself as The Grim Reaper. Fear strikes her. "Where is that evil soul? Bring me to the one who haunts your son."

She couldn't believe that death is in front of her. And he wants the evil spirit? Beggers can't be choosers. She Obligated.

Two hours later:

The soul peeked. And it freaked. I can hear it. "There you are. I'm going to teach you a lesson, you insignificant ant. The Grim..."

The voice calls out, they can't hear. But I hear, "No, stop. Go away. Please not another one." Agh. Georgie, why is he there? So two souls.

I run up to the door. Kicked it down. "Georgie! Where's the other one?"

"OH SHIT! You're here. It's in the kitchen," he screams. I walk up near it. Everything went quiet in the kitchen. How cute, he thinks I can be scared. Object moving, threatening posture, staring.

"Seriously, I beat those on a regular day. Give up or..." I punched him. He flew onto the wall, stunned. The shake effects the physical objects. The son watching. Death punched The Devil. My father is going to have a field day.

The soul knows now that I'm real. He reverts back. His eyes blackened. Then I simply chucked him outside. Damn it, too hard. The soul is bouncing around.

"Can it be any worse. Yeah but, now is not the time." Then I ran after. My form, ethereal again. He stopped bouncing at the house three doors down. Unable to move, he watches Death pummel himself.