Johnny walked home several hours later the pale moon shined down onto his
pale face lighting up the sidewalk in front of him. Neither Todd nor his
girlfriend was of any help to him; he was just as clueless as the time he
had left his house. He slowly walked up the stairs to his apartment and
through the front door not bothering to shut it behind him.
"Devi? Epiphany? Are you guys here?" the shaken man called out. No answer, he let out a loud sigh and walked into his house. He looked around to see if there was any notes left for him or a message on their answering machine. Nothing, just an empty apartment. Johnny dragged his feet into his bedroom and looked at his wall. Covering his mouth he gasped "HOLY SHIT!" he screamed out loud.
In large dripping letters another bloody note was left for him:
HELP ME DADDY! I'M IN THE WALLS!
Johnny recognized the liquid used to write the plea, it was blood. "You bastard" he said under his breath. He grabbed a chair that was sitting in the corner of his room and smashed it into the wall. The wood shattered like glass, little pieces flew every where but the wall remained unscathed. "FUCK!" he screamed out in frustration. He ran into the kitchen and pulled open the silverware drawer grabbing the biggest knife he could find.
When he reached the room he was panting in anger, he looked at the wall the writing was gone. A quiet giggling came from the living room, "I'll get you!" he thought out loud. Now standing in his living room he held the knife high above his head, "FUCK YOU HOUSE! YOU HEAR ME! YOU WONT GET AWAY WITH STEALING MY FAMILLY!" he forced the knife deep into the plywood wall with a loud grunt. People in the hallway had stopped in front of his doorway, he had forgotten that he had left his door open.
He walked up to the door and put his hand on the knob, "umm yeah, just practicing my lines for umm.. drama class! Yeah drama classes down at the uh...Y.M.C.A" he blushed and slammed the door shut. He turned around and walked to the wall where he had shoved the knife. He grabbed a hold of the handle and pulled it out. The hole in which the knife cut began to ooze red, Johnny examined the blade that was also covered in it, more blood. Johnny cringed his teeth and slammed the knife down to the floor, if he were going to find a way to save the ones he loved, he would find the way at lot number 777.
~ More soon!!! Hope you like this much ( ~
"Devi? Epiphany? Are you guys here?" the shaken man called out. No answer, he let out a loud sigh and walked into his house. He looked around to see if there was any notes left for him or a message on their answering machine. Nothing, just an empty apartment. Johnny dragged his feet into his bedroom and looked at his wall. Covering his mouth he gasped "HOLY SHIT!" he screamed out loud.
In large dripping letters another bloody note was left for him:
HELP ME DADDY! I'M IN THE WALLS!
Johnny recognized the liquid used to write the plea, it was blood. "You bastard" he said under his breath. He grabbed a chair that was sitting in the corner of his room and smashed it into the wall. The wood shattered like glass, little pieces flew every where but the wall remained unscathed. "FUCK!" he screamed out in frustration. He ran into the kitchen and pulled open the silverware drawer grabbing the biggest knife he could find.
When he reached the room he was panting in anger, he looked at the wall the writing was gone. A quiet giggling came from the living room, "I'll get you!" he thought out loud. Now standing in his living room he held the knife high above his head, "FUCK YOU HOUSE! YOU HEAR ME! YOU WONT GET AWAY WITH STEALING MY FAMILLY!" he forced the knife deep into the plywood wall with a loud grunt. People in the hallway had stopped in front of his doorway, he had forgotten that he had left his door open.
He walked up to the door and put his hand on the knob, "umm yeah, just practicing my lines for umm.. drama class! Yeah drama classes down at the uh...Y.M.C.A" he blushed and slammed the door shut. He turned around and walked to the wall where he had shoved the knife. He grabbed a hold of the handle and pulled it out. The hole in which the knife cut began to ooze red, Johnny examined the blade that was also covered in it, more blood. Johnny cringed his teeth and slammed the knife down to the floor, if he were going to find a way to save the ones he loved, he would find the way at lot number 777.
~ More soon!!! Hope you like this much ( ~