I'm back, and I've got Chapter 2 with me. The reason that it took so long was because I thought people didn't like this story. Apparently I was wrong though. Well, here's Chapter 2.
I heard Mr. Turner yell my name, along with the screams and gasps of my classmates.
"Mr. Johnson, are you okay?" Mr. Turner asked frantically.
The shock slowly ended. I could feel my whole body go numb. I could feel my hair sticking straight out on end. I gazed warily and dazed around the room, at the startled and frightened expressions on my classmates' faces.
"Are you okay, man?" I could feel a strong grip on my shoulder, and realized that it was Jack's hand.
"Yeah, I think it was just a mild shock," I said, my eyes slowly adjusting to the room, the flashes leaving them.
"Is there a need for an ambulance, Mr. Johnson?" Mr. Turner asked the question with an expression of worry on his face.
"No, no need," I answered quietly. "Just one thing. Could you move my desk away from the window?"
"You lucked out, Mr. Johnson," Mr. Turner said quietly, the worried expression slowly leaving his face. He grabbed the desk and lifted it all the way to the other side of the room. I then suddenly realized that I was holding something.
"Uh, man, your book's ruined," Jack said with a quiet look on his face. I looked at my book and realized that he was right. The book was charred black, the darkness covering at least 3/4ths of the cover. I took a look on the inside. The binding was torn and many of the pages were ripped.
"You're right, it's not even readable anymore," I said, sighing.
"I guess I'll just go check out another copy from the library," I muttered.
All day, kids were afraid to walk by me. I could hear them whispering every time I walked by. I kind of hated the way my classmates were avoiding me. After all, it had only been a mild shock. Why were they treating me like I was some kind of mutant. After school, I walked to the library. I didn't really want to tell Mom and Dad about the shock. I don't really like attention as much as other people do. Usually I'd rather be a member of a team rather than the captain. I don't know why, that's just the kind of person I am. I arrived at the library and checked out a copy that was in better condition than my torn, tattered, current one.
When I arrived home, I plopped down on my bed, and began to read from where I left off.
The boy slowly climbed up the ladder into the upstairs bedroom to the old mansion. He stumbled through the window into the dark house.
I blinked, and screamed.