Jimmy and his parents were moving. Jimmy didn't want to move at all, but his dad got a great job in Virginia as a doctor. His mom was just a stay at home mom who paid bills and knitted a lot. Jimmy loved sports, like basketball, baseball, and lacrosse. He had a lot of friends at his old school. They started to pack up for the long trip that awaited them. Oh, one last thing, they used to live in Colorado.
When they were on their way to Virginia, his mom started to sing some songs and play games. She wanted Jimmy to join in but he was too sad. He left his precious house and his friends. Jimmy's mom loved souvenirs so they had to stop what seemed to be fifty thousand times. The car was filled with souvenirs and bags.
Once they got to the house it looked old and creepy, but Jimmy thought it was better than no house at all. Inside was surprisingly nice, but his dad disagreed. "It smells like raw sewage in here," his dad said, but Jimmy didn't mind. He went up to his bedroom unpacked all of his stuff. But when Jimmy looked outside the window he saw the neighbors next door were moving out. He ran down the stairs and then walked outside.
A man and woman came running outside and over into their yard not paying any attention to Jimmy and knocked on the door. Jimmy walked up to them and said, "Excuse me." They jumped back and their faces were was white as a bunny. They were shaking as well. They tried to talk, but couldn't. After several seconds they finally spit out the words. "Run! Get out of your house now!" Then they ran to their car and drove away as fast as they could.
Jimmy's mom and dad came outside, "What was that all about?" they asked.
"Nothing," said Jimmy. He ran inside and up to his room and looked out his window. The curtain next door was moving. Someone, or something, poked its face out. Jimmy fell backgrounds, but then jumped back up and looked again. It was gone!
He ran downstairs to his mom and said, "Mom! Mom! We have to leave!"
She said, "Don't be ridiculous. We just got here."
The next day Jimmy was eating breakfast and getting ready to go to school. Once he got to his new school he sat down and the teacher came in. She introduced Jimmy as a new kid. At lunch he wasn't hungry. All he could think about was that creepy face. "Or was it even a clown or maybe a ghost?" He thought. Once he started thinking about it a little more... "Hey Jimmy." He looked to the side of him and there was a kid. "What is your name? Jimmy asked.
"Patrick Smith," the kid said. "Where do you live?"
"502 21st Street, " Jimmy said.
"Dude! I live right next to you! I am in 504 21st St."
"Wait," the more Jimmy thought about it. "I have to go," said Jimmy.
He took his lunch and walked to recess. "That's the house that I saw the creepy face at." Then he started to think about it. "Wait, the man and the woman were still living there when they left. And there was no moving trucks or anything."
When it was 4th period, I went over to Patrick when he was doing homework. I asked him a question. I told him how many years he has been in that house. Patrick said six years. Jimmy got goosebumps. "And where are your parents," Jimmy asked.
Patrick said, "they're dead."
"Oh no," said Jimmy.
Once I got home, I researched everything on ghosts, but something caught my attention. This isn't just a ghost. This is a poltergeist!"
His mom screamed. Jimmy ran downstairs. "What mom?!"
She said something was out there stalking us. His mom was going to call 911, but Jimmy stopped her. "It would be stupid to call the police and say we found a poltergeist in our backyard," Jimmy said. "They would never believe us. We have to take this into our own hands."
While his mom was on the floor saying, "It wasn't a ghost. It wasn't a ghost" Jimmy was going to check things out.
He went to their front yard and started to look at all their windows, but then heard something in the backyard. Once he got to the backyard something was jumping on a trampoline and it had a dark cloak on. Jimmy was freaked out. It stopped jumping. Jimmy's throat closed up. It turned around real quick. Its face was a clown, but it wasn't a human. It had to be a ghost creature. It jumped out of the trampoline and started sprinting in an abnormal way. Then the clown looked up and he smiled. Jimmy ran inside and locked all doors when he heard a strange voice. "See you in your nightmares," the clown laughed hysterically. Jimmy looked outside, and the clown was gone. But he left a note. It read: 'You made the wrong choice moving here. Watch your back because I will be there.'
When Jimmy went to bed he kept on having nightmares about the clown. When he woke up he was as pale as a sheep with sweat dripping down his face. The clown was in his bedroom that night giving him these nightmares. When he went downstairs in the morning his mom was asleep. His dad, who was on call, was still at work. He got himself breakfast. When he tried to wake his mom up her eyes were wide open and she was really pale. He went to the phone and called his dad. Beep. It was his voicemail. Jimmy called 911. Nothing happened. The clown cut the electrical wire. He couldn't call anyone. He thought the clown must have did this to his mom. He ran over next door to try and find some help. He looked at the clown's house and thought, "Wait, that is 500 21st Street. Patrick is to the left of me."
He went over to Patrick's house. Patrick was waiting for the bus. "Wait, Patrick" Jimmy said.
"Hey Jimmy" said Patrick.
Jimmy needed help, "My mom's eyes are wide open, but she is not moving." Patrick called 911 and Jimmy's mom went to the hospital in an ambulance. Patrick asked what happened. "The clown did it" Jimmy said.
"What?" said Patrick.
Jimmy said, "Next door to me is a poltergeist. I know it sounds stupid, but I've seen him many times in my dreams and outside. He is stalking me."
"Thank gosh," said Patrick.
"What?" said Jimmy.
"I've been seeing that clown as well," said Patrick. "I thought I was crazy or something."
"We have to figure out what this thing wants and why."
"I'm in," said Patrick.
They were late for school because of this whole clown and mom situation. "I wonder how she is doing in the hospital" thought Jimmy. When it was free period Jimmy and Patrick went to the library to find out as much as they could about poltergeists. "I saw that poltergeists aren't just ghosts. They basically target someone to haunt. Which in that case, he is haunting us."
Jimmy looked over and, of course, Patrick was playing a game. "Patrick! Stay focussed!"
"Sorry," said Patrick.
Once they got home they started to make a plan. First they were going to go through the back door of the clown's house. While Patrick and Jimmy were making the plan up in their bedroom, they did not notice the front door creek open. Jimmy said, "Did you hear that?"
"No," said Patrick.
Thump! Someone was coming upstairs. They ran into the closet. Patrick kept the door open a crack to see. They continued to hear footsteps coming closer. Thump... thump... thump... then it stopped. They could see a shadow under the bedroom door. The door knob started to turn. Then it started rotating very rapidly... side-side, side-side. The door swung open, but nothing was there. Patrick was about to open the closet door... "What are you doing?" Whispered Jimmy.
"What? No one is there," said Patrick.
Jimmy slapped his forehead. "Idiot! Patrick, think! He's a ghost. A ghost can make himself invisible." Jimmy realized he said that too loud. The thumping started to come towards them. Stuff started falling over. The clown was laughing hysterically. He slid the closet door open, but Jimmy and Patrick weren't there. They were hiding in Jimmy's large suitcase from the move. Jimmy unzipped the zipper to peek out and he saw that the poltergeist's face was covered in stitches.
"Children, where are you?" The clown said in a sing-songy voice. He was visible again.
Jimmy whispered to Patrick, "Why isn't he invisible anymore?"
"Probably to terrify us," said Patrick.
"Come out and play-yay," taunted the clown.
Jimmy heard the downstairs door open. "Jimmy, I'm home."
"Gosh dang it, of course it was my dad," thought Jimmy. The clown suddenly disappeared.
"This is bad," said Patrick. "Real bad."
Thump... thump. the clown was going downstairs. Patrick and Jimmy tiptoed downstairs. His dad was on the sofa and the clown was behind him. Jimmy whispered to Patrick, "Go into the garage and get a paint bucket."
"OK" said Patrick. Jimmy started to Army crawl to the kitchen. When Patrick game in with the paint bucket he crawled up next to Jimmy. "What is your plan?" Whispered Patrick.
"You are going to pour all the paint on the clown," said Jimmy. "So, if he goes invisible we can still see him."
"Then what?"
"Let me finish. I'm going to get a kitchen knife and stab that gosh darn clown." They looked around the corner. The clown had its sharp long fingers out ready to slice his dad's head. Patrick ran out and poured all the paint on its head. The clown tried to go invisible, but we could still see him. "I'm out to play, so let's play," Jimmy said.
He jumped on the clown and started stabbing him in the face and the head. The clown dropped. "Nice job, Jimmy," said Patrick. The clown got back up! "Watch out," yelled Patrick. Jimmy turned and stabbed it in the stomach.
His dad jumped up and said, "What the heck just happened?!"
"A long story," said Jimmy. His mom turned back to normal and they could live their lives from now on clown-free. Or could they?
