King boo, the true king of undeath

Helen gravely was a woman of success, her line of hotels around the world spoke for itself, she was also a collecter of the rarest things in the world, and as soon as she heard about this 'king boo' legend, why she had to see what it was about herself.

She looked down atop her most famous hotel, the last resort, a beautiful place, as she watched the men bring up her purchase, waving them in. "So this is it?."

The crate was opened, and the painting, estimated to be over a thousand and four hundred years old, would be seen by her eyes. "So I wonder what this king boo looks like.." she smiled, not expecting much, but that would change.

Helen had never known love, besides that of her cat kitty, but this..this had to be love she was sure of it. "He..he is breath taking..beyond words.." she moved closer, the painting was huge, and it captured the likeness of king boo, it was blurry, but the eyes, the eyes were crystal clear. "He is a god.."

Helens heart beat faster for the first time in her life, so much so she thought it was a heart attack..but she had no fear, it death meant she joined king boo, then death was more then welcome to take her to him now.

Sadly it didn't, but for now it would hang over her bed room, allowing her to see it every morning she awoke. "Oh king boo.." she stared at the painting with an obsession love, before she froze, the tv on as she heard more news about king boo, seeing someone having discovered more relics. "I must have them all..non of them deserve to have them.." he eyes locked onto the painting of king boos. "I will find you, oh king boo..I promise."