We continue where we left of yesterday as Johnny was in peril…

Her ugly, wrinkled hand reaching out towards Johnny. He screams and has nowhere to run. “Dear boy, you will not smell broccoli and cabbage for much longer, but you will smell death!”. Johnny jumps out of the way and hits the bus seat, hits the floor and the only thing he sees is a faint image of the old woman… blackout.

In a dream he sees his mother, smiling at him and holding her arms open for him to run to. He feels warm and at home, but it all suddenly goes wild. His mother gets pulled away from him and he shouts for her to come back, but her lifeless body gets dragged away. Running after his mother and just before touching her arm, he wakes up with the old woman standing over him!

The woman, laughing hysterically! He pulls his Number 2 pencil out of his shirt pocket and pins it in to the old viny leg of the woman. Her voice, screeching and orange blood seeping from her skin. He runs, jumps over the seats, into the driver seat of the bus and turns the wheel. Heading straight for an old run down building. He decides that there is no way out, since the bus door won’t open, and he is not strong enough to break out the emergency window, he must sacrifice himself with the old woman.

As he keeps kicking the door lock, just before he hits the building, it opens. He jumps out from behind the wheel, out the door. The woman’s screeched still running through the air, when the bus hits the building! It all bursts into flames and green smoke evaporate into the air! He sees a slight image of the old woman in the smoke as she fades away…

He now feels relieved and save. Until from inside the old building, the feeling of hundreds of dark eyes are upon him… A hair raising tingle runs up his spine…

Stay tuned for more on Johnny Whitaker, and the old run down building!

(All characters are fictional and not based on anyone living or dead)

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