Screaming Johnny
“You’ve had your fun, now leave! Do you hear me?! Johnny angrily shouted out into the not so empty space.
He always lived in the room next to me. Our complex is a dump. Roaches, rats, paper-thin walls. And it smelled… it smelled like Autumn. Like rot, decay and shedding. I never did take the time to investigate that.
Let’s talk about Johnny. He does little of importance. He doesn’t go outside. He has no hobbies. He’s unwittingly lonely. The only thing this guy enjoys is the screaming. There’s no silence. There’s no respite. He white knuckles that last marble as if losing it would be the only sure-fire way the tenants would be able to claim him certifiable.
The truth is…well, we’ve all known he was for quite some time.
***
I no longer sleep– I just stare out the window. There’s little of importance there. Just varying shades of black and brown as far as the eye can see. It stays cold all year long. The day the boom happened, I also walked into the bleak.
I’m not sure how I got there, but I haven’t been able to warm up since.
***
I watched him as his hands flailed about, predictably piercing my eardrums in the form of screams anew. He found a pot this time… the fool, he was trying to light a fire with dried out Autumn leaves inside it. Two matches left. He already wasted four. He was being too gentle. He needed to apply more pressure. He needed help. Even though I knew I owed him nothing.
He always behaved as if he didn’t realize I was standing right in front of him…
***
Together we lit the match.
He threw it in the pot with trembling hands.
“I-I-I thought I told you to leave!” Screaming again. But this time it was fear. It was unadulterated consternation.
He wasn’t the looney one after all…
“God, why did you do this to us?!” I now soberly scream. Johnny, he can’t hear me. He can’t even see me. And yet I’m still so damnably cold.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleWho is Johnny screaming at? A ghost? An intriguing chilly tale, Melissa.
As they say “Show, don’t tell”, Margarida. All the clues are there for the reader to discover ? . I’d be interested to hear what your thoughts are. Who do you believe Johnny is screaming at? I had a friend that read this over 4-5 times before he got a good understanding of it. This may be my favorite story to date! Thanks so much for your comment!
Melissa, I absolutely loved this story! I like how the reader is not explicitly told who or what Johnny is yelling at. My guess is it’s his “neighbor” or someone he wronged who is the ghost narrating. It may be something/someone else though I may need to re-read it to find out. Wonderful job, as always, with your writing!
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleBella, thanks for your comment! I really love the idea of multiple interpretations in writing. You are on the right path with your guesses! There is a lot to be said for ambiguity, I just wouldn’t want to be too confusing! I’m glad you enjoyed they story!
Hello, Melissa. I love it so much. The way you let the reader think about who Johnny is yelling at is challenging. I think Bella is right, the narrator is a ghost in the cemetery. And I guess Johnny is yelling at his loved one who is already dead and lying in the grave next to the ghost who narrated. Johnny could not accept the death of his loved one, so he… Read more »
Very good guesses, Lotchie. There are definitely lots of crumbs left lying around in this story– ones that may be missed still by some folks ? . The ‘boom’ is a clue for sure. As is the smell, and the fact that the protagonist didn’t ‘take the time to investigate that.’ The protagonist is speaking from first person, he also is confused about his situation until the very end. I hope this… Read more »
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleI missed the ‘boom’ clue, Melissa. Thanks for pointing it out. You’re most welcome.
You have us all guessing with this one, Melissa! My take is that the narrator is dead but only realises this at the end of the story (rather like Malcolm in the movie ‘The Sixth Sense’). Poor Johnny screams because he is the sole survivor of a nuclear explosion (the boom) but feels the presence of another. Of course, I may be totally wrong! Another intriguing story from you that tests my… Read more »
Great work, Linda! You summed up this story nicely. The boom would be a nuclear explosion. Johnny feels the presence of another and the narrator only realises he is dead at the end. You nailed it! Thank you so much for your comment.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleOh wow! Not that you made it easy Melissa, I did read it 3 times and the clues you outlined to Lotchie helped! Great story!
I was concerned that I made the clues too obscure! I do like a layered story but not so much that I’d bury it. Honestly, your comment made my day. I tend to doubt myself sometimes. Thanks again!
Melissa, your stories are getting better and better. Full of mysteries, with many possible interpretations. Even though you’ve quite clearly said the boom was a nuclear explosion, I still prefer my original interpretation of a more localized explosion of some kind – perhaps a gas leak or even a gun. I thought Johnny was personally responsible for the death of the ghost. It makes his guilty screaming even more understandable. The part… Read more »
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThanks, Julie! I love your your interpretations! I tried to leave as many clues as possible so people could come to their own conclusions. I had a lot of fun with this story. This may be slightly off topic… but I remember bringing this up to you a year or so ago– I start low-dose chemo next month. Coming on here has been a great source of support. All the kindness is… Read more »