Come Home

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
When Jon's and his wife go on a much needed vacation, they get into a horrible accident along the way. When jon's wife dies he moves to a small town. When voices start to call out to him he tries to discover what they are saying. but a monster that lives in the woods is out to get him and Jon must discover the secert before its too late.

Submitted: November 04, 2007

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COME HOME
 By Josh Campbell

 

It was a bright and beautiful day. Jon was packing the car up, while Karen was writing in her diary. "Honey lets go, we're going to miss our flight."

"Coming dear," Karen closed her diary and placed it on the bed. Karen got into the car and Jon sped out of the driveway, heading toward the airport. "I'm so excited for our trip," Karen said looking at a voucher. "7 days of relaxation and do I need it!"
About an hour into the drive overcast clouds began to form and it started to rain very hard. "Jon you should slow down, I can barley see the road." Karen said with a wary tone in her voice. Jon slowed the car in an attempt to keep his focus on the road.
There was a dead silence from both Karen and Jon as Jon concentrated on driving through the thick rain. Just up the road heading toward them was a semi truck. The driver of the truck wasn't paying very close attention to the road -- he was eating a burger the size of his head. Up ahead, a traffic light turned from yellow to red.
The Truck driver looked up just in time to see the yellow light and quickly slammed on his breaks. The water on the road caused the truck to fishtail from side to side. The couple, still driving up the road, barely had time to see the truck coming. Jon quickly slammed on the breaks as a reflex reaction, causing the car to slide.
The truck then toppled over, sliding toward the couple's car. The car spun around in a dizzying whirl, eventually stopping with Karen's side directly facing the oncoming disaster. The car and the truck slammed into each other with a deafening crash. Jon quickly dragged himself out of the wrecked car to check on his wife. He saw Karen lying on the ground -- lifeless. Jon fell to his knees beside her and began to cry while cradling her lifeless body.
6 months had passed since the accident. Jon was finishing packing up his things from the house he used to share with Karen. "Are you sure you want to leave?" said Tom. Tom, his best friend since he was 12 years old and his best man at his wedding, was always there for Jon.
"I just need to clear my mind. The farther I get away from this place the better." Jon grabbed last box and tossed it into his trunk on top of the rest of his belongings.
"Where will you go?" Tom asked in a concerned voice. His voice clearly indicated that he didn't want Jon to go -- He was worried for his long-time friend.
"Miles away from here."
"Well if you need anything, give me a call buddy."
Jon walked back into his house one last time to make sure he hadn't forgot anything, and saw his wife's diary on the floor. He picked it up and placed it on the floor where the bed they used share had been just days ago. Jon finally left the house, locked the door, jumped into the car, and drove off.
After driving for hours with no sign of civilization, he finally reached his destination. The town was a very small, and was surrounded by trees. It almost seemed as if no one lived there at all. Jon pulled up to his new house and walked to the door. He slid the key into the door, unlocked it and opened it slowly. The door let out an ominous groan as Jon opened it to walk in.
The house was small with no upstairs, and only a small basement. Later, as Jon was unpacking his stuff, a knock sounded at his door. He stood up, walked to the door, and opened it, revealing a young women with a smile on her face.
She introduced herself as Amber. "Hi, I'm your new neighbor; I came to welcome you to the neighborhood."
"Won't you come in?" replied Jon, gesturing toward the inside of the house. Amber and Jon both walked into the kitchen, "Would you like anything?"
"Water would be nice." answered Amber after short consideration. Jon filled up a cup and handed it to Amber. "What brings you to the neighborhood?"
There was a short pause before Jon answered. "Just wanted to start over, I guess." Amber finished her drink and placed the cup on the table. She stood up and as she was walking toward the door she stopped and said "They have told you about the stories of this house, right?" Jon looked at Amber obviously confused.
Amber noticed Jon's look and gestured him back toward the kitchen. Amber started to tell the tale.
"A long time ago, a man lived here. He came to this town escaping from something just like you. He lived in this house as well, alone. One night he heard voices, they say the voices were warning him of something."
Jon was staring at her as if he seen a ghost. "Then one day he was gone. Some say he followed the voices, and other say something got him." Amber started to laugh and Jon joined her.
After Amber left, Jon finished unpacking his things.
Later that night, Jon started to head to his bedroom. Suddenly he heard a noise in the distance. The noise was a very quiet, as if it was coming from outside. Jon quickly ran to his front door and opened it. The voices were a little hazy and now seemed like they were coming from the woods. Jon stepped outside and headed toward the tree line.
"Hello, is anyone there?" The voices stopped. Jon was about to head back home when he heard a rustle in the woods.
"Who's there?" Jon shouted. Jon started to walk toward the woods, glaring in as if he could see right though the trees. As he crept closer to the woods, the rustle seemed to get closer as if the source of the sound was moving toward him. Jon was almost at the boundary of the woods when a sheriff's cruiser pulled in.
The sheriff's name was Anthony. "May I ask what you are doing?" the sheriff demanded.
"I heard a noise; I just wanted to see what it was."
"Well it's probably just a wild animal. You should go home." Jon took one last long look toward the woods and went back to his house.
The next day, Jon was enjoying a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. The whispers started again. Jon quickly ran outside and into the woods. "Hello, can anyone hear me?" Jon was standing in the middle of the woods looking for the source of the noise.
The whispers quickly faded away and Jon cried out once more, "Hello, is anyone there?" Silence followed Jon as he walked back toward his house. Just then a growling noise startled Jon and he turned around.
"Hello?" he shouted. It was quiet, there wasn't any sound at all. Jon started to walk back to his house when there was another growling noise. Jon turned around once again, but this time saw a giant monster standing just a few feet away from him. The monster was a big, hairy, wolf like creature. It was standing on two legs and it must have been 7 feet tall.
Jon stood in fright as the monster glared at him. Jon slowly backed up as the monster snarled up. Jon turned and ran toward his house; the monster right on his heels.
Jon was running through the woods, jumping over logs and running through mud. The monster seeming to gain ground on him. When Jon was finally out of the woods he turned around and the monster was gone. Jon ran back to his house and called Anthony. "Anthony, there something in the woods you have to check it out!"
"I'll be right there." Anthony pulled up to the woods, stepped out of his car and walked into the woods. Jon was staring out the window, watching. Amber was sitting in his kitchen drinking a cup of coffee.
"You need to relax Jon." Jon walked into the kitchen and sat down.
"I'm not crazy! I know what I saw!" Amber just kept drinking her coffee. Jon stood up and said, "There's more to that story isn't there?"
"What are you talking about?"
"The story about this house - there's more to it."
"It's just a myth. It's not real."
Jon slammed his hands on the table. "Tell me the story!"
Amber looked shocked and hesitantly began to tell the rest of the story. "When the man first started to hear the voices, he thought he was going crazy. One day he swore the voices were getting louder and he tried to follow them. He was never seen again, no one knows what happened to him."
Jon stared at Amber blankly.
"There's more to the story... Weeks later, police found out that the man's wife was murdered in his home town, and he blamed himself. He moved here to try to forget but the voices that he heard were leading him to face his fears."
There was a knock on the door. It was Anthony. "I didn't see anything in the woods; you must have been seeing things." Jon nodded and closed the door without saying a word.
Later that night Jon heard the voices again. Jon leaped out of bed and grabbed a flashlight and a shovel. He also stuck a small knife from the kitchen in his pocket. Jon walked into the woods again, holding the shovel on his shoulder like a baseball bat. As Jon was walking toward the voices, they seemed to become more clear the deeper he got into the woods. Jon was breathing very hard. He was nervous as he quietly walked though the woods hoping to not run into that monster again.
He reached a point where the voices were starting to make words. "Come home," they we're saying.
Jon was listening, trying to hear more. The voices started to fade. The snap of a branch caused Jon to quickly turn around. The monster was back. Jon used his shovel to take a swing at the monster. The Shovel did nothing. He dropped it and ran back toward his house with the monster right beside him. He got out of the woods and jumped into his car. The monster leaped out of the woods and on top of Jon's car.
Jon started the car and backed out of the driveway. He took off with the monster still on top of his car. Jon was driving at excessive speeds and the monster was ripping though the ceiling trying to get to Jon. Jon took a sharp turn and the monster fell off of the car. Jon speed off in the opposite direction back to his old house. The entire way, all Jon could do was think about the voices and what they meant.
Jon arrived at his old house to see that no one had bought it. He walked in. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Jon quickly ran upstairs to his old bedroom. The only thing left was his wife's diary. Jon went to the diary and started to read it. Every page was a new day and she had entries from her childhood all the way up to the day of the accident. Jon was about to close the book when he noticed writing on the next page. It was dated a week after the accident.
But it couldn't be possible! His wife died in the accident. Jon started to read it.
"One week ago, my husband and I got into a horrible accident. I got out of it with minimal damage, but my husband was so traumatized that he slipped into a coma and he is now resting at Deacon Hospital."
Jon was stunned as he flipped to the next page which was dated two weeks after.
"The doctors said that Jon has suffered such damage that he may never awake and the best thing to do is to pull the plug. This Saturday is the day I'm going to tell them to pull the plug."
Jon closed the book and put his hands over his eyes. Jon didn't know what to think. He was trapped inside his own body facing death. He sat on his knees trying to figure out what to do.
He heard growling behind him and turned around to face the monster. The monster snarled up and leaped at Jon. Jon stood in place, waiting for it. He pulled out the knife he had in his pocket and stabbed the monster right in its left eye. The monster fell, and Jon pulled the knife back out of it's eye. He stabbed it over and over and over again. Jon then woke up and jumped out of the hospital bed. The doctor was standing next to the bed, just moments away from pulling the plug.

Karen ran to Jon and hugged him and gently said "Welcome home!"

The end


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