The little baby Jonathan Washings was just born on July 30, 2010, in a little town called Santa Quinta, California, about 30 miles north of Fresno. That same day, his thirty-eight year old dad just died. That little town is in the heart of the Sierras and in Central California. Jonathan’s mom worked in the city called Huntington, just north of Santa Quinta, as a professional photographer. Jonathan had a sister and a brother. Their names were Alana and Emmett. They had just moved into an old 5 story house in Santa Quinta, by the town center. It was said to be the oldest house in Bergsten County. They moved into the house and the oldest child, Emmett went into his new room on the top floor. He unloaded his things and put a picture on the wall of him and his little brother. When he turned around, the picture was back in the box, so he just thought that his eyes were confusing him.
The next week, everyone started school. Emmett and Alana went to Westerly High School while Jonathan stayed home with his mom. When at school, Alana heard people around her saying, “She’s the one who lives in the haunted house.” She was confused so she went home and told her mom. “So what do you want me to do about it, Alana honey?” said her mom putting down a picture of her street’s sign. “I don’t know ask, somebody,” Alana snapped. “Mom, where is Jonathan?”
“Oh he’s right he- Oh my god, where is Jonathan!?” Mom screamed. So Alana looked around for a little bit and didn’t find Jonathan. “Maybe we should look in the attic, mom.” So they went up to the attic. “OH MY GOD!” Mom shouted. When she looked on the floor she started to cry when she saw Jonathan on the floor bleeding with seven gashes in him. Alana started to scream Emmett’s name and he ran up. He yelled, “What happened to Jonathan?” “He’s… he’s… d-d-d-dead!” mom cried looking for a tissue. Emmett ran around the dark room looking for the light switch and found it. When he turned it on, he saw a huge knife on the floor with fresh blood on the edges. He hugged mom and Alana.
That night, Emmett slipped into bed and fell asleep. He woke up in the middle of the night hearing her sister, Alana, scream outside. Emmett rushed outside and saw her sister dead on the sidewalk. He yelled to his mom and she came out and she started to cry really hard. Emmett called the ambulance and she was rushed to the hospital. When they got there, the doctor said, “The gashes in her weren’t caused by a human knife or a gun. There is some testing that we have to do. May we keep her over night?”
“Well if she can be helped, I guess so. Do you think she will come out alive?” mom said crying. “We will do our best, Mrs. Washings.” The doctor said and then he left the room. The doctor called the next morning. “Hello Mrs. Washings, I have some very bad news; your daughter is dead.” Mom gasped and grabbed a tissue and sobbed.
Emmett went to bed that very sad night. When it was twelve at night, Emmett woke up and went downstairs for some food. Emmett turned around after he got the food to see a big knife, bloodstained, come right at him and it stabbed him close to the heart. Mrs. Washings ran down and turned on the lights to see a floating green head with dreadlocks and blood on his face. She screamed as loud as she could and the knife came right towards her. She dodged it and got a knife out of her pocket and swung at it. It just went through the head like it was nothing. The ghost’s eyes turned red and a very rough voice came from it saying, “Time for you to get out of my house. This is my house.”
When the ghost left it said in a whisper, “I’ll be back to kill you all! Mwha ha!” then it left. Mom said, “Emmett, we got to get out of here!” they ran outside and saw a red eyed dog. It started to bark and it attacked Mrs. Washings. She was almost toured apart into pieces but Emmett threw the dog off her and it vanished.
Mom and Emmett started to run and they heard, “Not so fast,” said in the bushes across the street. “We have to kill you first.” Emmett started to run away towards Billings field down the street by Fairlawn road. Some black figures closed Emmett in and started to squish his head until it popped. Emmett escaped their hands and the dog came back. It started to bark and then it grew 400 eyes and stood up on its back legs and held a chainsaw. Emmett ran back and found his mom dead on the floor. The big dog ran over to Emmett and tried to chop off his head and missed. He tried to run but the dog caught him and tried again but the chainsaw disappeared into thin air and the dog barked, “If you don’t leave tonight, I will kill you!” Emmett nodded his head and ran back to his house under command of the ghost. He wanted to leave but he couldn’t. The ghost possessed him on purpose. He got inside and the door slammed shut behind him. The house came alive and it yelled, “I told you to leave! Now you must die!” Emmett was scared. He tried to leave but the ghost appeared out of nowhere and said, “Bye, Bye Emmett Washings. It is time for you to die.” So the house went back to normal and the green head came back with its knife and stabbed Emmett 23 times all over his pale body. This is the end of my very TRUE story.