Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-35109341-20180328225242

'''It was a normal night in my house. I was wearing my blue pajamas which were a blue shirt and blue shorts. I had brown hair. And the most ordinary face out there which I hated nothing special about it. Now let's put the size in this, my sister is seven, my brother is eleven and I am thirteen. Mom was at work. Dad doing something in the basement. We lived in a mostly quiet neighborhood. It was a ordinary neighborhood with small homes as in there was no upstairs unless you were in the basement. So as you see nothing really happens over here. And as normal my siblings were yelling and running around like there mentally insane rough housing. '''

'''"Hey knock it off you two now!" I yelled'''

'''Then they would have responded with a "No" or "leave us alone" possibly a "Shut up". But they ignored me or didn't here me probably a combination of both. But they stopped and became quite so I was happy. I went off and played The Legend Of Zelda Majora's Mask for the three DS.'''

'''Then they came at me with the house phone and throw it to me. And guess what it said.'''

“Nine one one what is your emergency?” The operator asked.

'''Now I was wondering what to do. I was under pressure so I hung up. I got our dad and explained what had happened and they got in trouble. And a cop came and then explained why they should never do this again. You know the usual stuff they would say to prank callers. But something was off with the officer even without being right there with him. And it was quiet dark outside. My siblings were staring at the ground in there matching pajamas which was a purple shirt and light purple shorts. And my dad was staring at my siblings in black t-shirt and blue jeans with black tennis shoes. So no one was really looking directly at the man. But I swear his eye sockets were only black. Now they were outside and everything but they were standing under a light and I could see my dads eyes and he was further away from the light than the officer. And how the officer was very pale now that could be the lighting on his skin which could have been pale to begin with. And his blue police suit seemed to have what looked like could have been blood stains. His hair was also a dirty blond color.'''

'''I listened close to catch his name and he said it. He had said it was Frank Johnson. So being the curious kid I was I looked his name up. And what I found out was scary and shocking. It had said he was dead from a shooting in a huge heist. And it gave a perfect image of what the cop looked like outside. So I got thinking and obviously I jumped straight to the thought of him being a ghost. But then again it was nearing halloween so this guy could have been wearing a costume. Or the article was wrong this was not the first time they would have been on someone alive or died. Or It was my mind playing tricks I was tired anyways. And the coincidence of having the same name like this can happen I looked up my name and it said I was died. Since I did not believe in ghosts at the time these were the best logical answers I could come up with. So I went with my mind playing tricks.'''

'''I was walking to my room when I noticed something odd in my brothers room it was a ouija board well at least a really bad one homemade obviously. Then I started to get scared because that means they would have been trying to contact the dead spirits so maybe that cop was a ghost after all. But then again I don’t think homemade ouija boards work anyways. So I discarded the thought but even then I was scared. Because I discarded the thought of him being summoned by a ouija board not him being a ghost. Especially when I had to much info on him being a ghost. Tho I thought about it logically it just still made me think he was a ghost. And then another thought hit me. That cop ghost or whatever he is got here quicker than he should have. We live more than ten minutes away from the station he got here in two. So he had to have been either near here on duty or a real ghost.'''

'''When my family got in I was surprised to see them happy and smiling. But I didn't question it  someone made a joke I guess. Then I started doing more research on the heist Frank Johnson died in. It said that he killed five people bullets all landing in roughly the same spot. One in the stomach and in the heart. And that the shootout had happened at their base and that it was a abandoned fun house. The suspects had done grand theft auto. They also had stolen from a gun shop that had top of the line snipers and machine guns. And only one person had lived that was involved with the heist and that was the leader of the gang. Called Love And Death. Apparently the leader takes people who are suicidal and gets them to do stuff for him. They end up died at some point and he gets all the things they collected to be rich and strong. Now people don’t know where he is but they suspect that he made a cult or some kind of terrorist group.'''

'''What was most weird was that I learned that homemade ouija boards do work sometimes they just have a weaker connection than the official ones. Now I was worried now because it could very well be a real ghost now I was getting worked up. It was going to be hard to go to sleep tonight with the thought in my head. '''

'''After a while of playing some more of The Legend Of Zelda Majora's Mask a cop knocked on the door. My Dad answered the door.'''

“Hello officer are you here to talk about that call because a officer named Frank Johnson already did,” my dad explained.

'''“Um sir Frank has been dead for a long time three years. But ya I am here to talk to about that matter,” the cop replied with a confused face.'''

'''Then my heart dropped. Because one person can be crazy and see something but four people seeing it it has to be there. I walked off to go check the ouija board. It was on cardboard and a plastic cup that was in the garbage. So my siblings other than talking to the dead are also trash pickers. But that is beside the point. They had been talking to the dead but why? I didn't ask but the fact they did this is nuts but the fact that they were face to face with the spirit is more crazy.'''

'''A few moments later are dad told us to go to bed. I as I slept I heard some gunshots coming from inside the home. And sprung out of bed and grabbed a pocket knife. Now sure not the best weapon against a gun but that is what I had there at the time. I walked out to check what happened. Now again of course I should not do this but still I need to see what happened. The shots sounded like they came from my brothers room. As I stepped in I saw blood dripping down from the bed to the floor. And I saw that there was two bullet wounds in my brother one in the stomach and the other in the heart. Just like the dead gang members from the heist. Now I was thinking the dead cop had done this but why would a cop dead or not do this. But it seemed as I was the only one awake which is surprising because gunshots should wake up everyone. Then I saw him his dark eyeless sockets staring into my soul. Cold chills ran up my back. His smile wide showing yellow rotting teeth. And he did have very pale skin. Blood stains on his blue officer suit but not a lot just a trickle. It was a regular blue shirt just with a officer badge. He looked to be in his mid thirties. And seemed to be average height. He also had a small nose. And his ears being covered by his hair. He had plain blue jeans with his gun in it’s holster at his left side.'''

“Hehehehe,” the ghost said laughing at what he did.

'''He then vanished into a nasty smell that made me feel like I would die a little inside or puke out my guts out. I walked out and went in my dad’s room he had a rag on his face. It had to have had a knockout gas. I tried to wake him for a few minutes but it did not work. So I went to the bathroom to get a drink. Now you are probably wondering why I’m not crying my eyes out now well because I just don’t cry over death but I do feel very sad. It’s weird but true I don’t cry so don’t judge me. As I entered the room my sister was laying there dead to and there was the ghost once again.'''

'''“Hehehehe your a smart one aren’t you. You put the puzzle together within moments of me being here. Hehehehe no matter what in death and life you will never escape me and you can’t get rid of me no matter what. I will be there waiting to kill you and see the death in your face and the blood pour out of the wound. Hehehehe!” he laughed.'''

'''I wanted to stab him so bad but two things why I can’t one he was a ghost and he wants me to do bad so he could kill me. '''

'''Once again he left with a foul odor I got my drink and called the police so they could get the bodies and work this out. It would have happened anyway when dad woke if he is anyway or when mom got home unless something happened to her to. So I tried waking my dad again it took a while at least five minutes and he then was still droopy from the cloth. The police arrived a minute later and examined the scene and talked to me I explained what I could without sounding crazy. Because people usually go to the crazy house from saying these kind of things so I kept them to myself. They got information that led it being Frank Johnson and that's when they got confused and were wondering what went wrong. So I told them more on what happened I know I said I could to the crazy house. But they found evidence about him doing it so might as well tell them the full story.'''

The police admitted to knowing about him being a ghost and that made me a little mad.

“Hehehehe yes get mad do something bad,” the voice of the dead cop laughed from inside my head.

'''And I wondered why he sounded like he was in my head. Then I pinched myself and felt nothing I was dreaming I was still asleep I heard the gunshots from my sleep. Which means he is not talking to me from my head he was right beside me in my sleep. He probably has me at gunpoint ready to pull the trigger. Then the cops in my dream home turned into Frank and started to chant dead law over and over. I felt like I was trapped in this place. Then that nasty smell came again. He must have left then. Now everything in the home was becoming distorted into a horror home that would even give king kong the chills. Since I was asleep I know I had nothing to fear but the dead cop.'''

'''“Hehehehe call me by my real new name Dead Law. And I thought you were smart those dream cops had was chanting it didn't you listen,” he laughed.'''

But unlike last time it was not from my head but like he was surrounding me.

“Hehehehe so you read up on the heist guess what this blood show is,” he laughed this time like it was his final laugh he would ever have.

“Let me guess the place you did the shootout which was also there base!” I yelled out to him.

“Hehehehe bingo kiddo so how much you wanna bet on this place being a fun house or a burned school?” 

Great now he was making small talk at least he hasn't pulled the trigger on me so I’ll take it.

“Fun house and I bet you letting me go!” I shouted confidently.

'''“Well your right to bad I can’t let you go because it is you that keeps you here until you wake up that is. Hehehehe and I thought you were smart missing the key thing on getting out,” he laughed.'''

'''I started to walk and came by a huge room and I stepped back because he was in there. But I went in anyways because it was a dream. And then I saw his his dead body on the floor bleeding from the heart and stomach. Which meant he had to have done suicide after wards because the bullet holes matched the pictures of the dead gang members and my dead dream siblings. So now I was wondering what was happening because he seems to be giving me information on his death and it does me no good … right? Or maybe this is what he wants clues little clues on how to beat him. But he also said I do something bad I also die. Now what? I’m stuck till I wake up. And then I felt something trying to snap my neck Dead Law! I backed away from him and tripped. I felt a gun so I grabbed it. And felt a hand on it. I turned my head and saw a dead guy holding on to it. I ripped it out of the dead bodies grasp. Then came the same cold laughter from Dead Law.'''

'''“Hehehehe so what you gonna do?! Shoot me or drop it?” he started to laugh more evilly.'''

'''He then aimed his gun at my stomach. I jumped and got my leg shoot instead and I felt it. I yelled out in pain the bullet had went through my pajama pants. Which meant he was killing me from my dream or he was right there next to my bed I don’t know this is getting confusing with what is dream and what was really happening like my dead siblings. I fired the gun missing completely I was a thirteen year old who never used a gun so give me some slack. His grin grew bigger. But he did not laugh. My leg hurt extremely bad and a little blood stream came out. Then I realized shooting him would be useless he is a dead ghost and it was a dream. It would do nothing. '''

“Why?!” I yelled

“Why what?” he asked aiming the gun to my head.

“Why are you trying to take out innocent kids?” I asked my voice starting to break from pain.

'''“Innocent! Hehehehe boy you and them are not innocent you and them pulled guns and fired on me! I’ve killed more people not just kids! I’ve killed teens, adults even the elderly! But some have gotten out alive either they did nothing or they never pulled the trigger! Once someone does bad they can do it easier until there criminals in the stony lonesome behind bars! To be allowed to live for the crimes they did! That should not happen! The day of the heist I was told to not kill unless I needed to so I didn't! And I died because I gave them a chance at the beginning giving out my position and that let them get the best guns they had! They did a shoot on my stomach I was dying slowly so I ended my misery and pain with a shoot to the heart! And look at how that worked out for me!” he yelled angrily. '''

“Well you shot first so when I shot it was self defense,” I replied crying a little from the bullet wound.

'''“My dear boy I’m sorry that you were dumb in the first place you're a shoplifter. I know every little minor crime everyone has done I can only come through when they call me. Like when they use a ouija board for example,” he said with the biggest grin I had ever seen. '''

'''I was surprised how he knew he was right I was five. It was a shiny little ball that caught my eye and being the young stupid kid I was back then I grabbed it. The store clark saw it when me and my mom were walking out of the store. My mom scolded me. But ended up paying for it. The ball became my favorite toy and even my good luck charm when I was younger.'''

“I’m sorry Dead Law,” I said weakly 

"Hehehehe your sorry someone took lots of time and money to make that. And it could have ended up all for nothing if you took it without anyone seeing you. How do you think the person would feel about hearing that the ball they made was stolen and by a five year old child and it did this easily not even hiding it but kept it in plain sight? Well how would they feel how would you feel if that happened?” he asked smiling showing all of his rotting yellow teeth.

'''“I feel good idiot you know sleep feels slower than it really is. Which means any minute I’ll wake up and my dad is most likely trying to wake me up right now,” I replied smug. '''

'''His smile then disappeared and his whole face looked sad and then he held his gun and fired. The bullet flow right into my lower stomach it hurt badly. Blood came out a not a lot but at least a good amount did. I screamed in pain I was dying now but it would take a while to bleed out from the wound. He then smiled looking at me all the sadness gone.'''

'''“Whether or not you wake up boy you while die one way or another wither it’s from the bullet wounds or from natural causes you will die. Even if I must come again and again you will die,” he said darkly.'''

“Hehehehe why so I could join the likes of you no thank you!” I replied tears streaming from my face.

“Hehehehe no matter what in death and life you will never escape me and you can’t get rid of me no matter what,” he said laughing and smiling at me as everything went hazy.

'''I woke up in a hospital bed and to my surprise I was alive. I overheard a conversation outside the room doors. It was not good they said I was most likely going to die. But surgery could save me. So they were preparing to do surgery so I could live. And they said that my siblings were to far gone. Which meant they were actually shot to. So I grabbed a laptop and I type my story to you now. Since I probably will not be able to tell anyone else. At least I can tell you as the reader my story. I may or may not live but I know someone out there has seen him and lived to tell there tale or keep it a secret does not matter. You need to tell everyone how you lived as many as you can. So they can live through this horrifying experience.'''  