Little Johnny

Highschool Years-Ghost

November 14th, 2019, 16 Years old
Highschool

"I'm telling you Johnny, this seven eleven is haunted!" He exclaimed violently into the phone. A sigh came out from the guy on the other line."I'll tell you what, record the evidence, and I'll tell the people in all of my classes about your job, if it would help. I highly doubt it sir, but send it through a link.Not text, link." Johnny said as if he was sober. "Damnit Johnny, I'm serious. Lay off the whiskey. I will buy a ticket, and personally come over there and beat your ass.You as are not responsible with alcohol, and even worse your two years short." Johnny sighed."I'm just about running out anyway. But if you insist, go ahead."
-This is when you go watch the video showcasing Fnaf 4 Animatronic above-
-Later-
"Told you Johnny!I knew it, you didn't believe me, but I did it!!"Jonathan did his little victory dance over the Skype call. "Damn you. Aren't they shutting it down and giving it to that hideous fat dude?" Johnny asked. He disliked the man, and his wife personally.He only met him once on vacation. "You mean the guy married to the woman who bought my childhood home? If so yeah."Jonathon stumbled over, a searing headache coming over him.."Sir, are you alright, i..SIR?!?" He frantically grabbed his cell."Gah.. Its alright...Aren't you not old enough for drinking?" He looked at the bottle."Fine, I'll throw away my only source of relief. Anyway what caused it?Oooohhh I bet it's that Amnesia memory thing...What do you remember?" He looked at the boy's scar, wondering where it came from in the first place.He suddenly switched it to the web mode, allowing Toast to see what he was doing.

'August 7th 2008-January 21st 2011
Two people dead, one missing Nc'
He clicked on the first link."Was that me? I recognize the name Hammilson..it says they were found already decayed with dried blood splattered on the walls portraying the word secret, with several other words. What does it mean, and What was his secret?" Jonathan looked at the man. "That's your house. That has to be your family. You were born there, yes?" The man picked up the small kitten curled on his foot. "I guess I could call my dad.. If he remembers I exist." He pulled out the phone, and regrettably phoned his father."Hello? Is Tommy there?Tommy?" He stuttered. "Speaking, is this you Jonathan?! Don't tell me you need money. You better not be droppin' out!!"Said the man on the phone."Actually.. No. Dad, no. I have a question. Does the name 'Hammilson' mean anything to you?" He asked. There was a thirty second break."Your birth name. Gregory Hammilson. It says you died. Make it stay that way." Jonathan sighed."Okay.. I will talk to you soon? I guess?" He said before the man hung up."Took you two long enough. Only 53.7 seconds!! I'm going to go shopping. Talk to you tomorrow." Toast said."Lay off the whiskey." He hung off. He sighed and got up. He reached into the medical closet and looked at the certificate of  death. 'Gregory Hammilson.2004-2008 Died in hospice care. Bludgeoned head.' He didn't know, nor wanted to know he had died. He started to tear up, tears dripping down his face. He put the paper back and went back to the laptop. He opened the browser window and typed in slowly 'Gregory Hammilson'. Only one browser window. Jonathan clicked it, expecting to see something along the lines of boy found dead or grandparent's found stabbed, boy dies a brutal death. It was a file instead. A file listing so many dead people. All stabbed. At the top of the list, yep. His name. It was in alphabetical order, exept the name. There were families. All in order. But him. His grandparent's were on the list, but not with him. He might have been tired, might be an excuse. Yeah, all just a dream. He chuckled.
"Its all a dream."