The Voices in Johnny’s Head
Welcome to Scary Story Time where Spooky Boo tells the freaky scary stories from the paranormal town of Sandcastle. Tonight we learn about Johnny Piers. Johnny frequently scares sightseers on the Golden Gate Bridge because he regrets the decision he made so many years ago. But why did Johnny jump? Tonight you’ll learn about Johnny and the freaky path he took to his own demise. Note, this story has some mature topics and may not be for everyone. Please take this into consideration when reading or listening. If dark horror involving topics scare you or may bring certain triggers then this may not be the story for you. Most stories on Scary Story Time are for mature audiences because I write scary stories for adults due to gore, violence, mature topics.
This is what happened to Johnny Piers before the ghost story of The Golden Gate Jumper.
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The Story of Johnny Piers
I’ve been kind of busy with this new girl. We were having a lot of fun together and she actually let me get to first base. Debra and I have been hanging out together and going to the snack shack at the beach every day then sitting together in the sand until sunset then last night she told me I could kiss her. She said “Johnny, you can kiss me. OK? Is that all right with you?”
What did you think I would do? I leaned over and kissed her. The next thing I knew we were rolling around in the sand. I had one hand up her shirt ready to get to second base and then her dad started yelling at her. She went home with him and I haven’t spoken to her all day today. She wasn’t even at summer school. We were both flunking classes and had to take a little extra credit before the fall That’s how we met. Her dad was yelling at her so much that I was a bit worried.
“Hey man, take it easy,” I yelled at him. I probably shouldn’t have. His face turned bright red and he started screaming at me.
“Like what? She’s your property? Dude, she’s almost a woman.” I yelled back at him.
“Johnny stop. You’re going to make it worse.” She was crying. Those were the last words I heard from her as she burned a hole into my heart.
That night I went home. I figured her dad would just yell at her for a bit until he calmed down. That’s what mine did. Sometimes he smacked me around good, but she never had any marks on her so it couldn’t be happening to Deb. I walked in the front door to find my dad sound asleep on the couch with a bottle of Jack in one hand and a smoldering cigarette in the other.
“Shit,” I sad as I put an ashtray under the burning cherry. If I took it away he’d wake up and hell would break loose. He hated when I messed with his smokes.
Mom wasn’t around. She was probably out again with her friends at the bar. Right. I knew what she’s doing even if dad didn’t. She’s out messing around with other men. I’ve seen her. But he acts like he doesn’t care. I told him but he just drinks away his sorrow. Then she gets home, they fight, she ends up with a black eye and they make up. It’s really sad and pathetic.
No one ever asks how it affects me. What the hell would they care anyway? As long as he gets his booze and she gets her men, they’re decent to me. Well, they ignore me. Believe me, it’s better than the alternative. At least Deb’s parents pay attention to her. At least they give a damn.
I tried to call Deb but her line just rang and rang. She said that her dad let her have her own phone as long as she behaved. I then called the main line. “Hey man, is Deb there?”
“No. She went to her mother’s house for the summer,” her dad grunted. The anger in his voice put me on alert. He was pissed off.
“Is there any way I can speak to her? Get a number?”
“No. She’s done being a little floozy for you. I saw you two. Now get lost, punk.”
He slammed the phone down so hard in my ear I could hear the bell go off before it disconnected. I didn’t know her mom’s name or address or anything. I guess I’ll just be here the whole summer while my friends are partying with their chicks or on vacation. Nothing much happens in this boring town of Sandcastle. I should head on down to San Francisco and hang out at the Haight, but I’ve got a day job here that keeps me home. If I didn’t have a job then I’d have nothing. All of my clothes and food are sunk in the bottom of my pop’s bottle every night.
After Dad’s smoke died out, I felt safe enough to go hit the forest for a little camping. It was really groovy out there. You can see the stars for miles and miles. It’s a little creepy at night and you hear about the stories of ghosts and strange animals, but I’ve never seen them. Personally, I think people are just high when they talk about the weird stuff that happens. They go on and on about wolves and ghosts like they’re trippin’ on LSD or mushrooms or something. Maybe they are. All I have is a little bit of weed left in the lid I bought a few days ago and some paper. I’ll be fine.
I grabbed some tarp, a sleeping bag, flashlight, my baggie and a lighter, a jug of water, a lantern, and my buck knife then headed out to the woods. Dad was passed out cold. He wouldn’t be lighting any smokes for the rest of the night and Mom was finally home, passed out in bed. I might even stay out there for a few days. Hell, they wouldn’t notice one bit. They never do.
It was a good 20-minute walk to find the right spot where to camp out. It was a clearing in the redwood trees with lots of open space to build a small fire. Along the way I gathered kindling and rocks in the extra bag I brought so it wouldn’t be a problem. As I brushed away the dead leaves and branches for a spot to place the stones, I heard something moving in the bushes behind me.
“Hello? Anyone there?” I turned and shouted. There was a bit more rustling around while the leaves were moving. I wasn’t sure, but I thought I had made out the shape of a person. I took the flashlight over, but by the time I got there, whatever it was had run off. Whatever that thing was looked extremely white and naked. I figured it was a white or light tan wolf or coyote, but it sure did look like it was running on two legs. The moon was bright and also playing tricks on the eyes in the shadows.
While walking back to the campfire, I collected a few long branches and sticks that had fallen and put up a makeshift tent–something I learned from the hippies staying out near San Francisco. I liked to go there a lot, I just lacked the money and finding a good paying job is tough when you’re not even 18. It’s so stupid. I can buy cigarettes and booze because they think I’m 21 but I’m only 17. I got the looks but no bread, no proof either. I do mow lawns or handy work sometimes. People know what an ass my dad is so they offer me jobs under the table, but I don’t have extra money if you know what I mean. Just enough for clothes, food, and weed. Isn’t that all you need?
Soon the fire was roaring and I leaned back on a large stump I found collecting wood. It was easy to roll over to the clearing. Someone must have used it before as it looked like a stool or a chopping block made from a redwood tree. It had stains on it, so I assumed it was used as a hunting block, but they were all dried up. I could use it too I supposed if I found a rabbit or a snake to eat. I rolled up my first joint and let the drug do its job as I sat back and relaxed. Taking the first hit always made me cough and laugh as I held it in. Having someone like Debra to keep me company out here would have been nice though.
As I imagined her gorgeous body against me in the sand, I took another hit and smiled. She was so beautiful. Her long red hair always flowing in the wind when we’re on the beach. It took me months to get the guts up to kiss her, and I was surprised when she asked, but there I was rolling around with the hottest broad in Sandcastle, making her mine. Her fucking dad. I wish I could have punched that asshole just once. But I’m a chicken shit, and because of that, I will probably never see her again. No guts Piers is what they’ll call me.
I roared in laughter and yelled into the forest, “NO GUTS PIERS!”
You killed me.
A voice whispered in the wind. I stopped toking and looked around for that weird coyote. Was it a dog or a person? There was no hair, but it couldn’t be a naked chick running around the forest, now could it? Had to be the moon playing tricks on me and now this weed is screwing with me. I stubbed out the cherry with my fingers and laid back on the stump, putting my hands behind my head. Then I realized there was something sticky in the stump, drying in my hair and knotting it up. I jumped up and looked at my hands. Nothing. I felt around my hair and on the stump, nothing but the dried up stain.
“Fuck man, I’m trippin…”
The sleeping bag was comforting. I suddenly felt secure inside my little tent I made and away from that morbid stump. The fire was slowly burning out and I kept a crack in the tent open so I could keep an eye on it. Then something walked between me and the fire. I froze. Suddenly I was very awake and any residue left over from getting stoned had been shifted aside. Or maybe there was something in my weed, I don’t know, but it walked by again. Long, slender white legs. Naked. I looked as far up through the crack in the tent that I could and noticed the tips of long red hair just below the shoulder.
“Deb?” I managed to speak, my voice cracking.
The legs disappeared and all I heard was sobbing. A broad crying. I poked my head through the crude tent and saw her sitting–no kneeling–next to the stump. She was naked, her head laying across the stump and her arms behind her back.
“You killed me,” this time it came from her lips.
I scrambled out from the tent, tearing it down with my hands and crawled over to her. “Baby, what are you talking about? Let’s get you in some clothes.”
I put my hand on her shoulder and it was as cold as ice. What felt like an electric shock went through my body and suddenly I was watching the day her dad was screaming me.
“You whore! You little whore!” he screamed as he pulled her by her hair into the forest. “I took care of you when your mother left. She never left though. I killed bitch just like I’m going to kill you. Take off your clothes, bitch.”
“No, daddy no. Not again,” the tears burned in my eyes as I watched my girl in such pain. I thought her life was perfect. How wrong I was.
“I’m not going to do that again! You’re used goods now. Take them off.” he yanked on her hair hard.
Deb took her clothes off as she sobbed. I tried to look away, but I was frozen. So frozen I couldn’t even yell or help her. It can’t be real. This…this must be a nightmare. I watched as she kneeled again, almost like she knew what was about to come next. With her eyes closed, she opened her mouth and put her hands behind her back.
“You got part of it right this time. Too late!” he scowled. With one hand he shoved her head down on the stump and the other pulled an ax from behind his back. Birds flew from the bushes as her screams filled the forest and with two loud thumps the screaming stopped. Her head rolled over to where I was standing and she looked up at me, tears staining her cheeks and the life leaving her eyes as they spoke to me.
Her lips moved from the frozen shape of fear and whispered. “You did this to me.”
The words repeated in my head over and over again until I stood, using the stump for support, and grabbed the sides of my head. I pounded my fists against my skull and cried. The warm, sticky blood from the stump covered my hands and all over my face as I tried to slap myself awake. It was no use, the screaming continued as did the sad, lonely and angry whispering of my once beautiful girlfriend.
I ran. I ran, stumbling over the roots of the trees and the fallen branches. The forest was laughing at me. There were so many voices and whispers. It was no longer just Deb, it was everything. There was something evil, horrible in those woods. For years they warned us not to go into the woods. My friends warned me. The other adults in town warned me. I didn’t listen. I thought it would be ok!
I ran into my own door, not realizing it was locked. I pounded and pounded until I could hear my mother’s footsteps.
“What is it?” she scoffed as the door opened.
“The woods mom. My friend. Her dad killed her! He was abusing her than he killed her.”
“What kind of fucking drugs have you been taking now?” I heard my dad yell from behind my mom.
I dropped to the ground and sobbed. I didn’t want to move. All I wanted was to wake up from this horrible nightmare. No, I wanted my parents to care, to give a damn but they just yelled at me to get up and stop crying like a baby.
“Them woods, son. They’ll make you crazy. Don’t go out there.” My dad spat as he went upstairs to go to bed.
“Mom, please. Believe me,” I begged her, hugging her ankles, hoping she would comfort me. Instead, she walked away.
“Johnny. You’re almost 18. Grow up.”
***
I went to bed, tripping on bad pot or weird dreams, I didn’t know which. Somehow I got through the night and then put on my tye-die shirt and favorite puka necklace my aunt gave to me. Without thinking about my shoes, I grabbed my dad’s keys off of the rack by the door and took off in the truck to the police station. They didn’t believe me either when I told them. No one believed me! No one cared or gave a damn. The cops wouldn’t even call her dad to see if it was real.
I drove my dad’s truck to San Francisco knowing what I had to do. I had to be with Debra and there was only one way I knew how. Sitting over the ledge, looking down at the bay as I cried. I didn’t know what else to do. No one else cared.
As I flung myself over the edge I looked up. The last thing I saw going down was a very large bat with a human face, smiling at me. Then…nothing.
