The Johnson House Demon

Featured in the Horror Scary Newsletter November 2009

The Johnson house was rumored to be built on an old Indian burial ground, and was home to a demon. Jason and his girlfriend Debbie had heard the rumors and wanted to check it out. They were paranormal investigators and had planned this adventure for weeks.

The descending suns light through the dense forest maze created shadows, deep and menacing, to pursue the couple to their destination

“Finally,” Debbie said. “I didn’t think we would make it.”

“The walk was a lot longer than I’d expected,” Jason added.

The small abandon house sat back in the woods. The grass grew high all around, and the tree limbs covered the roof. The wooden house looked like it would fall in if the wind blew. A ripped blue curtain hung in one of the windows.

Don’t go to the Johnston house after sunset the woods are treacherous, you will get lost” The words, spoken by an old man, hung in Jason’s mind.

Debbie pushed the door open. The rusted hinge creaked.

“Oooo, yuck! We are staying the night here?” Debbie gasped. “It’s crawling with bugs. And there is a huge spider web in the doorway.”

“It’ll be okay sweetheart. Once we get in and start setting up our equipment time will fly by.”

An hour later their equipment was in place. A video camera sat on a tripod in the corner, and an audio recorder was set on the floor; ready to capture anything that happened in that room. They each had digital cameras in hand. Debbie had also placed their sleeping bags in one corner of the house.

After two hours of sitting, waiting, listening, and snapping random pictures, they heard a loud crash along the opposite wall. It sounded like someone throwing dishes. Debbie swung her flashlight it the direction while Jason snapped several photos, but nothing was there.

Suddenly the front door slammed open.

“Get the fuck out of here!” a deep rasping male voice yelled.



"Hey" Debbie's cry trembled as she was shoved toward the door.

“Come on Debbie. Let’s get out of here,” Jason said as he grabbed the audio recorder.

They stumbled out of the house with only their digital cameras and the audio recorder. The door slammed behind him, and an evil laugh filled the empty house.

“How are we going to get back to our truck? My flashlight is in the house. And you have heard the stories about the woods,” Debbie cried. Tears ran down her check.

“We’ll stay here for now. I’ll think of something. Besides I’m not leaving our equipment inside. When daylight comes I’ll go back inside and get our things.”

Screams filled the clearing. Debbie and Jason kicked and fought for their lives. Strange creatures quickly over-powered them.

When the sunshine glowed on the clearing, broken tree branches littered the ground, and a wide trail of blood and drag marks could be found.

To Be Continued . . .