"The Ghost of Jeff Walker"A Story by Cody Williams After realizing that he was out too late, Jerry Smyth meets an intersting yet terrifying man. “The Ghost of Jeff Walker” By Cody Williams 1. “S**t!”
Jerry Smyth shouted out looking down at his digital watch that read 11:00pm.
Jerry was in the middle of his first semester at Betsy University in Betsy,
Tennessee. He stood up from his blue chair in the back left corner of the band
room and carried his Yamaha marked trombone into the instrument storage room.
He reached into the pockets of his navy blue basketball shorts and pulled out a
key chain with a key that read locker 72 on it. He
slipped the key into the keyhole and twisted it to the left to unlock it. He
reached into the locker pulling out a red YAMAHA Xeno trombone case. He unlatched
the golden buckles on the case and opened the lid. He unscrewed the nut witch
connected the bell of the horn to the slide. He placed the bell in the case and
then the slide in the case. He shut the case and latched it up and quickly
placed it in the wooden locker. He
shut the door of the locker and once again placed the keyhole and locked the
locker. He bent down grabbing his next to the locker and grabbed his silver and
black backpack. He placed the strap around his shoulder and darted out of the
door. He sprinted into the lobby of the music building and walked out the door,
down the steps, and onto the sidewalk. 2. Jerry
looked down at his watch again as it read 11:15. The campus of Betsy University
was a lot quieter than usual. It was the week of fall break and his girlfriend
Allison was away visiting her parents. In fact, the campus was almost
completely empty. Nobody but a few faculty members. The reason he was the only
one on campus was because he and his dad had a bit of a falling out. His
dad, Brad Smyth, owned his own cleaning company called Brad’s Cleaning Service.
Jerry served as the head manager. It was Brad’s dream that Jerry one day became
partners and on day owned the business. Jerry wanted very little to do with his
father’s business. The only reason he accepted the manager job was so that he
could have a little extra money in his pocket. Jerry tried out for a variety of
performance scholarships and was awarded the grand scholarship to be in the
marching band. This scholarship would completely pay for his tuition and would
get paid a refund check of eight hundred dollars. He accepted it with no
hesitation thus cutting the strings between him and his father. He
continued walking down the sidewalk where he reached a stop sign. He stopped to
look both ways. He walked across the intersection to the other side of the
street. He paused for a moment and looked up at the black sky. He looked at the
moon, which was lit up in a Halloween colored orange. He
continued to walk down the sidewalk. He began to think about how empty the
campus was. He walked by the Turner Cafeteria. He looked into the window to see
if anyone was in there. There was something about walking in the campus at
night, even if it was empty. Most people assume that it was peaceful to have
the campus to himself. The truth is he thought so too…at first. With his lesson
books tucked under his arm and his backpack on his back, he continued to walk
down the street. Jerry
stopped for a moment. “Maybe if I could cut through the center of the campus, I
could get to the dorm faster. He turned to his left and walked up a case of
five gray concrete stairs. 3. Jerry
continued to walk on the sidewalk towards the center of the campus. He began to
imagine the fun he could have since he was the only living being on the campus.
The only thing that made him feel uncertain about it was walking through the
cemetery. The thought of walking through a cemetery a night was enough to make
his skin crawl. He ignored the hairs standing up on the back of his neck and
continued to walk along the sidewalk. As he got closer
to the cemetery he could see that goose bumps began to appear on his arms and
he could feel the hairs stand up on the back of his neck. He could feel an
increase drop in temperature as an eary fog began to roll in from all angles.
He stopped under a black metal railing, which read CEMETARY on it. He felt as
if there was a lump on his throat. He good in a deep breathes and gulped with
fear. “Well, it’s now or
never.” He mumbled to himself as he continued his exposition to his dorm. He
began to walk with haste. He could not stand the thought of being in there more
than a couple of minutes. As he reached the
center of the cemetery the temperature dropped to what he would describe as ten
below freezing. His foot hit one of the head stones and he tripped falling down
to the ground. He imminently grabbed his left ankle, which he twisted. He
looked over at the now separated into two parts head stone. JEFF WALKER NOT A VERY NICE
GUY The
headstone read. “Oh
s**t!” He said to himself while picking himself up. He lightly put weight on
his left foot and stood up straight. He picked up the upper half of the gravestone
and looked at it again. At the top of the stone was the head of a cobra. He
knelt down to take a look bottom half of the stone. The date was one thing in
particular that intrigued him. 1850-1900 read the stone. What was even stranger
was the writing below his last name. NOT A VERY NICE GUY was strange to him.
Why would somebody write that about him? What was not nice about him? He
shook his head and placed the top half on top of the lower half and waited for
a moment to make sure that it wouldn’t fall. He picked up his backpack and
placed the straps on his shoulders and picked up his group piano group and
placed them back under his arm. His picked up the notebook paper he dropped on
the sidewalk and shoved them into his piano book. He turned around and
continued to walk through the cemetery. 4. After
getting out of the cemetery he could finally see his dorm. He continued to walk
along the sidewalk. He walked for several more moments before he began to
notice something. He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. He didn’t even have
to look back. He heard the footsteps. He knew he was being followed. He looked back
over his right shoulder and saw a man standing in the middle of the sidewalk
about the length of a school bus back. He could not tell who the man was. The
moon was behind him so all he could see of his front was black nothingness. He
could tell that he was wearing a long black leather trench coat and a tall
black hat. In his right hand was what looked like a wooden cane to his side? It
looked like he had long black hair falling down on his shoulders. “Hello?” Jerry
called out waiting for a response from the mystery man. No answer. “Hello? What
do you want?” He asked again still waiting for a response. Once again, no
answer. He turned back in front of him and continued to walk along the sidewalk.
With every step he took, he could see the hear the cane of the man hitting the
pavement of the sidewalk. He stopped again
and looked back at the man. There the man stood about the length of a school
bus back in the same position with his face looking towards the ground. “Hello? Sir? What
do you want from me?” Jerry asked the stranger with a tremble of fear in his
voice. Still the stranger wouldn’t answer him. “Damn it man, what the hell do
you want from me?” He asked him again this time shouting. The mystery man
continued to look at the ground without answering. Jerry looked forward again
and continued to walk faster. Still with every step he took, he could hear the cane
of the mystery man hit the ground. Every time his step got faster so did the
stranger’s. CLICK, CLICK, CLICK he could hear the silver tip of the cane hit
and echo throughout the valley as it hit the cold hard pavement. He continued to
walk faster and faster before he realized that he was sprinting across campus.
He looked over his shoulder and could no longer see the stranger in sight. He
stopped at a bench beside of the tennis courts to catch his breath. Out of the
corner of his eye he could see a dark figure approaching him on his left hand
side. It was once again the stranger walking urgently towards him. He once again
began to run towards the dorm. The dorm building was six stories high and was
the oldest building on campus. The building was a light brown collared brick building.
As he got close to the door he looked over his shoulder again and saw that the
strange mas was no longer there. As he reached the
front door of the building he stopped of a moment and stuck his hand in his
pocked to find his student ID so he could open the door. He grabbed the card
and pulled it out of his pocket. He looked up at the door where he saw the
mysterious man again. The palms of his hands began to run like faucets and his
body began to tremble with fear. This time he could see them man a little bit
better. The man was quite muscular and looked like he was about 50 years old.
He had long black hair and was wearing a black t-shirt under a black leather trench
coat with black jeans and black steel toe boots. In his right hand he was
holding a long black wooden cane with the silver head of a king cobra as the
handle. “Who are you? What
do you want from me?” Jerry asked the mystery man. “The name is Jeff
Walker.” The man said with a southern accent. Jerry’s skin began to crawl. Jeff
walker continued to look down at the ground avoiding eye contact. His heart
began to beat so fast he could feel the vibrations in the arch of his foot. “I
believe you know that name from somewhere.” He said. “Aren’t you dead?”
He asked him knowing that he was going to regret getting the answer. “Dead? I don’t
like that word. I prefer deceased.” He told the frightened young man. Jerry’s
hands began to shake with fear. “What do you want
from me?” He asked the phantom. “What do I want?
Do you think it was a quencidence that you tripped over my head stone? You have
been chosen for a reason.” Walker informed the Jerry. “And what reason
would that be?” He asked him again as he once again had a lump in his throat. “You were chosen
to be my outlet.” Jeff Walker told Jerry. “Outlet?” Jerry
asked. “Yes. You see
young man, I have been waiting for over 100 years for this moment.” He said. “What moment?”
Jerry asked. “The moment where
I can once again walk among the living.” The apparition said with pride. He
looked up into the eyes of the young man. His eyes were dark and cold. They
began to glow red, that is the moment when Jerry realized he was no longer
there. That he was under Jeff Walker’s control. Jeff’s black figure merged into
the body of Jerry taking it over. Jeff lifted up Jerry’s arms. “Perfect” He
screamed as his eyes began to glow once more. Jeff smiled
satisfied and placed his new student ID to the scanner and walked into the
dorm. 5. “Jerry!” Allison shouted out while getting out of her Ford SUV. She ran over and jumped into the arms of her boyfriend. Jerry smiled and kissed her. He hugged her again as his eyes began to glow red as he morphed into Jeff Walker.
Copyright 2013 by Cody Williams Courtesy of TRUE TERROR PUBLICATIONS A division of TTP Entertainment
Copyright 2013 by Cody Williams Courtesy of TRUE TERROR PUBLICATIONS A division of TTP Entertainment © 2013 Cody Williams
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Added on August 25, 2013Last Updated on November 21, 2013 Tags: horror, science fiction, ghost, supernatural, Cody Williams Author
Cody WilliamsElizabethton, TNAboutI am in my second year at Carson-Newman University in Jefferson City, Tennessee were I major in instrumental music education and minor in English. My passions include playing the trombone/euphonium an.. more..Writing
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