(Johnny's pov)
I woke up the next day the sun shining into my room making it feel nice, and warm. I look at my arms to see there where cuts on them... That's creepy....
Walking to the bath room to wash up in a nice hot shower. Washing every inch of my body with my strawberry body wash. Then my strawberry shampoo. I walked out drying off from the shower I looked at the fogy merrier to see the words "Don't be scared!"
I ran to my room slamming the door... HOLY SHIT! Fist the cuts on my arms them the words don't be scared! That's so creepy...
My dad knocked on my door.
"Give me a minute to get dressed..." I yelled from the other side of the door.
I pull a out my favorite pink boxers and slipped them on pulling black skinny jeans over them and put a nice pink shirt on. I brushed throw my black wet, messy hair.
"Dad you can come in now..." I said as I rolled my eyes.
"Why did you slam your door?" He asked walking into my room looking at me strange.
"You say this house is old and not creep... But it is!" I said looking at him, hoping he wold not see the cuts on my arms...
"Son you are acting so strange! Are you feeling ok?" He asked as he steeped closer to me an I took a big steep back.
He glared at me and I stood there looking at him hoping that he'd leave my room soon so I could see what's up with this creepy old house.... I gave a fake smile to show him I was fine. He left my room soon after.
The words "don't be scared popped in to my head.... I was scared out of my mind then I started to think my dad was trying to scare me.
I looked out my window with a notepad in my hands drawling a picture of the wood, with the words "don't be scared" hidden in it...