My Last Halloween

Chapter 7: The Johnson's

   It was late at night, it was still raining, my room was pitch black other than the small light from my computer screen. I could start to hear the sound of thunder.

I'll admit I was a little creeped out, especially because of what I was reading. I started to look through different articles to find all the information I could on the house. So far I managed to get the name of the family.

"The Johnson family." I muttered to myself.

A family of three lived in that house; a father, mother, and their son whom was 12 years-old according to the article.

October 25th, 2002. Baldwin Hills fell prey to a tragedy that clouded the entire community. 12 year-old Kyle Johnson died of a rare blood disease that sent the Johnson family into disarray. Henry and Marry Johnson took their son's death harder than any parents could.

The couple soon became bitter, isolating themselves from any friends that tried to reach out to them. After weeks of depression, her son's death becoming too much to handle, Marry Johnson hung herself from the tree in front of their house.

Mr. Johnson was seen taking her down from the tree and placed her down on the front porch until the policed arrived. Police say he seemed calm despite his wife's suicide. Marry Johnson was buried later that week.

A few days later Henry was seen walking towards the lake behind their house and then soon disappeared. It was lead to believe that he drowned himself as he was unable to swim, although no body was found. The case was closed and the home has since been considered a burial ground for the beloved family.

I couldn't believe what I was reading. Could all this really be true? I scrolled down to a picture of the family. They looked like an innocent family and the son was so young. I diverted my eyes to the picture of the father and nearly fell back in my chair. It looked just like the man I saw earlier.

I looked into his eyes and it felt as if the image was looking at me. He wasn't smiling or even grinning; just a blank pale look. His glare looked as if it could pierce through your head. My skin began to crawl and the room started to feel cold.

A flash of lightning and the sound of thunder flew through the sky. I jumped up and looked through my window. It felt like the house had shook. The street lights flickered and the wind started to blow the trees violently. I turned back towards my computer and it flashed. I stared at the image and it looked as if the man had moved forward in the picture.

I jolted back in fear and the computer screen flashed again, soon after the power went out. I stumbled out of my chair and thrashed about trying to find my flashlight. I turned it on and pointed it towards the computer. The light shined on the screen and I saw a reflection from the window like a face staring at me from behind.

I turned towards the window and fell backwards to the ground losing my grip on the flashlight. The room became colder and I felt as if I was having a panic attack. I grabbed the flashlight off the floor and pointed it back at the window, my body was shaking, afraid of what I might see.

The light hit the window and another flash of lightning struck. Just a second later the power came back on. I quickly turned on my room light and looked outside. There was nothing in sight. I looked back at my computer and it was rebooting. What the heck was going on? I'm losing my mind I thought.

I sat back in my chair trying to regain my breath. I looked back at the window and saw nothing but the rain. I figured it was time for me to go to bed. I got up and pulled the sheets back on my bed and closed the drapes over the window.

I went over to my computer to turn it off. The second I reached the computer desk the webpage I was on recovered and the screen flashed again. It opened at the top of the article page and all I saw were the words "Haunted". I turned off the computer and went straight to bed.