You’re probably wondering who I am, and how I’m writing this. My name is Julie Johnson, and I’m here to tell you about the night of October 30th, 1996. Wait just a second, though. I’m getting ahead of myself.
I should tell you that I am … and for eternity, will be … 16 years old. I will forever wear a bloody, torn wedding dress.
I was picked on a lot in school, because I believe in demons. They’ll pay. That, I can promise.
It’s almost time now. The clock is striking 11 as we speak. I am worried, I must say. I’ve never done anything like this before … haunting, murdering, that is. I guess I can tell you the story while I wait.
Yesterday, I was going to attend Tina Shears’ Halloween party. I had a bad feeling all day at school, and my science teacher, Mr. Chow, had acted extremely peculiar. The day ended though, and it was time to go home and get ready.
After putting on my bride’s costume and having an extremely paranoid drive over to Tina’s, I pulled up to the party and parked my car. I checked my rearview mirror and caught a glimpse of something. I looked back, and of course there was nothing. “You’re being silly,” I thought to myself. “Just get out, and go into the party.” So, I got out of the car, and that’s when I heard him. He spoke in almost a whisper.
“It’s time, Julie,” the man said. I was shaking, and recognized the voice almost at once. I didn’t even get the chance to react. He side-swiped me, with those big black eyes, and he just happened to have a pillow.
I remember, he dragged me through Tina’s back woods. Do you know there’s a cemetery in your woods, Tina? Do you know that’s where my body now lays?
I was smothered until suffocated, and I didn’t have a chance of anyone coming to my rescue.
You probably heard the public story – I ran off the road and I sunk my car and myself into the bottom of Lake Bui – and now you see that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
So as I sit here now on October 31st, the clock is striking midnight, and I can hear Mr. Chow’s rough breathing. He told me there was no such thing as ghosts once, and I think I’m about to convince him otherwise.
He knows something is here, but he’ll have no clue it’s me. I hover here, and think what possessed him to do something like this, to me, of all people! But then, I don’t really have to think long, because in truth, I know what exactly possessed Mr. Chow. It’s the same thing I’ve been saying since I was 10 years old, but no one ever believed me. And now, as I’m entering his bedroom, I turn to him and say, “It’s time, Mr. Chow.”
