Hello bold readers. Yes this is a fanfiction more about the monster in Johnny's house rather than Johnny himself. It takes place in the early nineties but I really don't know much about the early nineties culture (I was born in '90) so there wont be many pop culture period references. But I had to put it back then for functional reasons like Johnny the comic started in '96 and we know he's lived there for at least three years. That puts us at '93. And I can't have this happening at the same time as Johnny! That would just be stupid! But thanks again for reading here it is…

House Number 777

April 2, 1991

7:53 pm

Dear Log,

I just found out my uncle is dead. Its sad and I know that but…I really didn't know him too well so we weren't that close. But as it turns out he left me a house in California! Isn't that wild? Apparently he and his buddies built it way back in the late fifties and early sixties. Dad said that Jimmy (that's my uncle's name) spent a really long time working on it. He said that it would be rude not to at least check the place out.

What's weird is Uncle Jimmy never stayed there. He always wrote to us from Nevada. Yeah, Log. He wrote letters! Jimmy never did care for the phone, how strange a man he was. Well we'll miss you Uncle Jimmy! It'll never feel like Christmas again without your blank card and five dollar bill held within.

Back to the house. I'm going to drive out there this weekend. If the place isn't too bad I'll move in. It'd be a nice change of pace and I could work on my novel in peace. You know how bad it is. Everyone needs me its always, "Joey this, Joey that, help me Joey, help me!" I never get any work done. If I want to get this thing published I'll need some alone time! Maybe a move isn't such a bad idea after all. Yeah even now as I write the idea is becoming more and more appetizing. Speaking of appetizing I've got to head over to Carol's, my dear little nieces and my sis are making homemade pizza. It should be good as long as she kept Amy from sticking legos in the sauce like she did with my 19th birthday cake last week.

Joey

April 6, 1991

4: 10pm

Dear Log,

You'll never guess where I'm writing from. The living room of my house! I'm completely surrounded by boxes. I feel a bit of an impulse to make a fort like I did when I was a kid.

This place is really badass! They did good work. The house is a nice size for a bachelor pad and being horribly single I suppose that it fits the bill for me. I have to admit the small size surprised me. I mean they spent how many years on this place? And it's a single story. There's one bedroom, one bath, a small kitchen and living room. It's all hardwood with no carpets. Kind of weird. But I'll bet that's why Old Jimbo left it to me. I'm the only single boy left in the family. The place would be grossly insufficient for anyone else. Well I'm off to check out some of those cool looking Goth clubs. I know everyone will stare at me but oh well. Its only because their shocked by my appearance. You know all the freaky stuff: natural blondish brown hair, glasses, a black tee, and flannel over shirt, with (gasp) blue jeans, and work boots. I like the music so the good out weighs the bad. I'm off.

Joey

AUTHOR'S NOTE: the first 2 entries are just little mundane stuff but it picks up in the next chapter. I know because I already wrote it! And the chapters get longer. Next ones probably twice as long so please give it a chance! And reviews would be desperately appreciated! Alrighty got to go! Bye!