750 Word Challenge
The Playhouse
"Johnny?"
Through the rainstorm, there was no answer. A woman, looking through blurred glasses, could only make out the lights in their remote neighborhood. Finally, she saw a dark figure coming toward her.
"Ah, Johnny, there you are. I was beginning to get worried about you! Don't you ever... "
Her voice trailed off.
A neighbor heard the blood-piercing scream and called 911. She stepped outside. She saw the hooded figure.
She didn't stop screaming until they found her shattered bones outside, on the cliff below.
As for the woman, she was never seen again. Neither was "Johnny."
I always hated family gatherings.
Especially my sister "Amelie."
Everyone always called me a "strange child." Behind my back, of course, but I always heard. I hear many things.
My name is Gerard, by the way.
I'm different than other children.
But the family gathering was today.
It went as usual.
At the end, my sister told a horror story, like every year.
But this one bothered me more than usual.
It was about a mother and a kid named Johnny.
At the end, I gasped.
My sister started chasing me, screaming "Chicken!"
We ran around the block. I didn't really know where I was going until I ran into an
abandoned neighborhood. I was sure I had slipped away this time.
I sprinted at full speed down a street. I didn't notice the rock
sitting in front of me until it was too late.
I tripped, and ran a gash down my face on the pavement.
The wound hurt so bad, I couldn't get up.
I lay there for ten minutes, wondering if I would lay there forever, or my sister would help me, wherever she was.
My question was answered when an old lady came out of one of the houses nearby.
"Oh, are you okay, honey?" asked the woman. "Let me help you."
"Thanks!" I said. She carried me back to her house.
"Would you like food?" she asked?
"Sure." This was when I realized how late it was, I saw the sun setting.
"Oh no, it's late!" I realized. "I need to get home!"
I tried to sit up, but my head swayed. I blacked out and fell onto the bed.
"Can I call them?" I asked.
"No, I never want a phone, not again. Not since..." she trailed off. A tear rolled down her cheek.
"Since what?" I blurted out stupidly. I regretted it instantly.
"Since my son died. He was on his phone, when he tripped over a rock and smashed his head open. That is why I saved you from almost certain death."
"I'm sorry."
"Why don't you go to sleep."
I lay in my bed, thinking. My head still throbbed.
I was restlessly rolling around when I heard muttering from the living room.
"Johnny, Johnny, I will bring you back..." she muttered, talking to a box in her sleep.
Poor woman, I thought. She's still sorry about her loss.
I went back to sleep.
The next morning I was ready to leave. My head felt better.
When I was about to get out of the house, I felt a cold hand on my shoulder.
"You're not going anywhere," said the woman.
"Why not?" I asked. I stepped outside.
I felt the force of a cane hit the top of my head as I blacked out.
I came to consciousness tied to a table. I was wearing a gown- a hospital gown! What was going on?
"Ah, you're awake. You might be wondering why this is happening."
"Get me out of here!" I screamed.
"You are the lucky one. You see, when my Johnny died, his brain was still in good condition. I dearly missed him. So I have chosen you- you will be Johnny's host. You will be alive- but not. You will have no control."
"What- what?!" I struggled to get up.
"The last hosts died quickly enough. When Johnny died, he was a master of 'The Playhouse.' Now you shall be there, as Gerard."
"WHAT'S THE PLAYHOUSE?"
"Oh, you'll find out soon enough."
I blacked out as the sleeping pills took hold.
The End
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