Lately I've been thinking, about how in my early child hood (I was about 3 years) there was the Jonny man. Now my memory is a bit hazy since it was so many years ago but here is what I remember. When I was 2 years old my dad came home with this door stop. It was the size of a child mannequin and had a big bushy beard with a trench coat.
The first time my father bought it home it didn't seem that bad. It was just like a ordinary door stop. After a week I woke up in the middle of the night to find the Jonny man standing at my bed side looking at me. At first I thought it was a dream but now that I'm thinking back on it I don't think it was.
Experiences from the Jonny man are, him being found in random places like our rooms. So this Jonny man, it had these like electronic muscles in its face so you could move its face every single day but only at night it would have the creepiest smile. As if it was gazing into your soul type of smile.
I was so scared I got to the point that every time I saw him I would start crying. My mum would try to help me and she said that I didn't stop crying until I went to sleep. Eventually dad gave up and he chucked the thing out, but was it really gone?
So that night after dad chucked the Jonny man out I hear a scratching on my window. Now as a three year old you don't think rationally so I ran to mums room crying. As we walked back to my room of course there was nothing at the window. I slept with my parents that night.
The next day was the day that the garbage truck came around. As dad went to load the last of the rubbish, he noticed that the Jonny man wasn't in the bin. The Jonny man was in the corner of the backyard. He burnt it after that and we never got hassled by it again.
Thanks for reading.