JOHN
Julien,
A tall, dark skin male, walks into his apartment building with his
headphones in his ears covered by his shoulder length curly head of
hair. As he enters the dark corridor, he notices that many of the
hall lights are out. He knows that he will pass four halls just like
this, so he begins to sing Kristen Lawrence's "Ghost of John."
"Have
you heard of the Ghost of John? Long, white bones and the rest all
gone! Oooooooh! Wouldn't it be chilly with no skin on?"
A
chill slowly fills the air, as he continues to walk down the hallway.
He notices yet continues to sing. Many of the existing lights
overhead begin to blink. Julien sudden feels something behind him.
He turns quickly to an empty, partially dark hallway.
"John
belongs in a quaint nightmare. Wobbly jaw and a hollow
glare! Oooooooh! Wouldn't things look murky through sockets
bare?"
Julien
sings as a thud and dragging sound follows him. He doesn't hear the
sound due to his loud music. As Julien gets to the stairwell, he
turns again, and faintly makes out the shape of a man. He shakes his
phone, causing his flashlight to beam down the dank area. For an
instance, a ghostly male figure appears. When Julien waves his phone
again, the hall is empty. Julien shakily continues to sing,
"John
is gone from feet to skull. Pointy elbows and
clavicle! Oooooooh! Wouldn't it be harsh to hug John's fossil?"
He
shrugs his shoulders and makes his way up the stairwell, up two
flights of stairs. He continues to sing, as he takes out one of the
apple earbuds, hearing the door slam shut that he just walked
through. He looked down, trying to make out the person who just
walked through but saw nothing. As he continues, skeletal hand bones
clutch the railing of the stairs.
"John's
not sad; he has had his day. Smile that's fixed in a rigid
way! Oooooooh! Wouldn't frowning be hard when lips decay?
John
once said, "I've lost my head!" Empty thoughts top his
spine instead. Oooooooh! Isn't it the truth now that he is
dead?"
Julien
finishes the song as he walks toward his corner apartment. At the
end of the hallway, he can see it, a male like figure, with skin
sliding off bones, and a grimace upon his face. Julien closes his
eyes, and begins reciting to himself, "It's not real. It's not
real."
He
struggles to unlock his door, as his keys fumble to the ground. With
his eyes closed, he bends down, reaching for them as the sound of the
thud and dragging of the figure's steps get closer and closer.
Tears roll from his closed eyes, as his hands shake uncontrollably.
Unable to find the keys with his eyes closed, he finally opens his
eyes and grabs his keys. In that very moment he realizes that the
figure is standing inches away from him. Julien's eyes make their
way up the skeletal remains, with his back tightly pressed up against
his apartment door. As his eyes make it to the hollowed eye sockets
words stumble from his mouth.
"Hi,
John."
He
turns his head, as John gets closer and closer to his face. Julien
turns his head to the side as smell of death fills his nostrils. His
screams fill the empty hallway.
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