Cursed Tales 8 - "Ghost-Walker"

The Father.

Once he was back in the reality where he and only himself resided, Jonny looked afraid to even look in any direction. It was beginning to dawn on him, that the whole absurd situation he was stuck in, might have been caused by…well by him. It was still unclear how, but thanks to his altered memories, he was not soon to find out. His eyes watered. He was out of his skin that he could not just remember exactly what went down back then. Tears blissfully started falling out of his eyes, as Jonny leaned back on the side of the parapet of the large Oxfordian bride, remaining the same as in the rest of the placed objects around him.
  “Why?!” – He asked himself.
What was main catalyst for all this death around this place? Was it really him, or maybe some particular sequence that led to this catastrophe?
  “I have to try and think!” – Jonny said and pushed his mind further in the past to see what happened.
His tears still falling out of his eyes however, made it harder. It reminded him of another situation he was in…in another situation that probably was important, because he was right back on this bridge. Alone, unimportant and deprived of any living being to tell him he was not going insane, and that he wasn’t taking any drugs. This was not just happening in his head…he was actually reliving the exact moment something awful happened. Jonny remained standing still by the center of the bridge, with the cone shaped structure still residing in its place. The strange part was that this time…it did not even have a sign to tell who had passed. The structure was empty, as it was probably designed to be at one point. He looked away towards the road where his home was. Maybe it was time for him to go back? Why were the tears still watering his cheeks though, if it was just a passing ordinary day? For some reason, in this confused state, he was still crying his eyes out. It was not long when he felt the distant buzzing of his phone vibrating. Taking it out of his pocket, Jonny saw that his mother was calling him. From all the encounters up to now…he had not been called. This was something new…this was something connecting everything. Or so he could think. Jonny touched the green phone icon on the display and brought the phone to his ear.
 -Hello, mother! – He said, trying to make his voice sound jolly.
There was completely silence on the other side of the line, and for a slight second Jonny worried, that this might have been some sort of mistake on his mother’s part, as in she accidentally called him. Just as he managed to think about nearly every single think that might have occurred in the second he picked up the phone and no one said anything, he finally heard his mother’s voice. It sounded rough…as in she was taking all of her strength and putting it straight into delivering this next line that was going to be the main and only spark igniting the events that occurred.
  -Jonny dear…how are you? – She asked as the conversation finally picked up.
  -I am good mum, how are you doing, is everything alright? – replied the boy, still feeling those tears flowing out as if it was the most normal thing.
For a moment, silence entered the space he was in, but she spoke again.
  -I am…fine my dear…how was school, everything good? – She continued.
Jonny felt a sudden shiver, as he felt something bad was about to happen…just like those last times with the granny, cat, girl, boy and driver.
  -Um…yes, school was fine. I am heading home, will be there in ten minutes max! – He replied, thinking she was just checking on him.
She was the more selfless parent of the two, giving her upmost attention to him, whenever she could.
  -DO NOT! Do not come back home Jonny! Your father…. – she yelled and then suddenly stopped.
Everything in his body tensed. In a sense, he already knew what she was going to say…but he still needed to hear it. He still needed to understand.
  -HE WHAT?! – He yelled back, trying to see if his mother had not hanged up.
There was no answer…only the painful weeping of a wife who was fighting back the wicked and dark waves of her own struggle with the pain of the loss. She did not say anything for a few minutes…but when she finally did…Jonny nearly fell on his knees.
  -he’s dead… - She said and hung up.
Jonny was now crying…crying aware of the situation…fully commanding that need to distribute that harmful tension in his body. He was unleashing the moment he learned that his father had died. It was bringing everything back into a full circle of events. He suddenly looked at the cone shaped structure…and did not see anything. Through the tears, he could understand.
THIS WAS IT! This was the main catalyst for everything that happened.
  “Not exactly!” – His own voice echoed in his mind.
Jonny stopped crying…as his eyes were already dried out from everything that had left from them. He felt confused…yet determined.  
  “Not exactly huh? Then I have to try it one more time…one more time for my own sake!” – He thought to himself and closed his eyes.
This time…he was going to see what exactly went down.