This is the stories of Johnson the Reaper, and I hope you enjoy then, I don't know where they will go, so enjoy the mysteries of the story's future, you'll be going at the same pace as myself, and I should explain that the first line is taken from the Diving bell and the butterfly by Jean-Dominique Bauby and I would like to just state that the first line is not owned by me and thus belongs to the copyright holder.
"This morning with the first ligth bearly bathing room 119, Evil spirits descended on my world." Said the old man ashe stared at Johnson from his bed side. The old man had been reading to much of the Diving bell and the Butterfly rcently, or so the nurses had said. He read it like a religous text, mostly as the old man was in a room that share Jean-Dominique's room numbers. Johnson shrugged, he knew that the old man had been visited by lawyers and had probally thought them to being demons of some wretched forme. Johnson sat down and stared into the old man's eyes.
"And they tried to make me sign some wretched deal for my soul, oh charlie!" Wailed the old man before staring into Johnson 's eyes: "Wait a minute , you're not Charlie!" Johnson nodded, he had taken Charlie's form but Johnson never could master the eyes of other people, three thousand years of collecting ghostes and he still couldn't do it properly. The old was shocked as he showed his ture form.
" I must admit Mr. Otto Van Vien, you lasted a long time undetected. Three days, long time for you ghosts."
Johnson remarked, the old man chuckled at this.
"Thee days is a long time for you guys?"
"Yes Otto, it is. Using your ectoplasim to animate your body and hide the rot, but you must be stopped. Your rotting body is a breeding placed for germs, viruses and fungi. Any way it's only a matter of time before they realise, you'll bring down a health hazard."
"I thought you would want more death in the world."
"No, my job is only to get souls like yourself. Souls that hang on, because I do not know what is beyond, but I know that you are supposed to go and not create a bloodly pandemic!"
"So you don't like your work?"
"I meat some interesting people, Napoleon, Charlamgane, Qin, Shi Huang, Hitler and that dude who invented chess. But running around places of mass death like battle fields, bad hospitals and concentratrion camps." Johnson by this time had pulled out a scythe and cut down on Van Vien. A flash of blueish-greeny-dark coloured light and Otto's soul floated above his body a tied by a chain to Johnson.
"Time to go now Otto." Tugging at the chain, Otto and Johnson walked through the hospital slowly fading into nothingness.
Hoped you enjoyed that, more one the way some time or other. I would like to give Johnson a first name so if you have something please comment it to me! Please!
"This morning with the first ligth bearly bathing room 119, Evil spirits descended on my world." Said the old man ashe stared at Johnson from his bed side. The old man had been reading to much of the Diving bell and the Butterfly rcently, or so the nurses had said. He read it like a religous text, mostly as the old man was in a room that share Jean-Dominique's room numbers. Johnson shrugged, he knew that the old man had been visited by lawyers and had probally thought them to being demons of some wretched forme. Johnson sat down and stared into the old man's eyes.
"And they tried to make me sign some wretched deal for my soul, oh charlie!" Wailed the old man before staring into Johnson 's eyes: "Wait a minute , you're not Charlie!" Johnson nodded, he had taken Charlie's form but Johnson never could master the eyes of other people, three thousand years of collecting ghostes and he still couldn't do it properly. The old was shocked as he showed his ture form.
" I must admit Mr. Otto Van Vien, you lasted a long time undetected. Three days, long time for you ghosts."
Johnson remarked, the old man chuckled at this.
"Thee days is a long time for you guys?"
"Yes Otto, it is. Using your ectoplasim to animate your body and hide the rot, but you must be stopped. Your rotting body is a breeding placed for germs, viruses and fungi. Any way it's only a matter of time before they realise, you'll bring down a health hazard."
"I thought you would want more death in the world."
"No, my job is only to get souls like yourself. Souls that hang on, because I do not know what is beyond, but I know that you are supposed to go and not create a bloodly pandemic!"
"So you don't like your work?"
"I meat some interesting people, Napoleon, Charlamgane, Qin, Shi Huang, Hitler and that dude who invented chess. But running around places of mass death like battle fields, bad hospitals and concentratrion camps." Johnson by this time had pulled out a scythe and cut down on Van Vien. A flash of blueish-greeny-dark coloured light and Otto's soul floated above his body a tied by a chain to Johnson.
"Time to go now Otto." Tugging at the chain, Otto and Johnson walked through the hospital slowly fading into nothingness.
Hoped you enjoyed that, more one the way some time or other. I would like to give Johnson a first name so if you have something please comment it to me! Please!
