JTHM

Johnny inhailed the scent of his home. that familiar smell of rotting wood, wet dirt and leaves. It always did smell of something dreary. He looked at his watch. A little after 3 am. He was back after all the months. He ran his hand over the wall and let his slender fingers slide between the cracks. The walls felt wet. Setting his pack on the bare wooden floor he staggered down the hall to the bathroom wondering if he had left his bacine behind. he was out. the guy that had tried to take his back pack away from him put up a fight when johnny pulled out his knife and left a gash on his stomic that immediatly began dejecting blood form his body.Johnny mused to himself. The guy hadnt expected that. not much of a fight but Johnny grimaced as he looked in the mirror at his cut on his bony cheek and lip. He wondered how his little friend Squee was doing. He had been gone for so long and the thought of seeing Squee's pretty innocent mind again warmed him. Maybe it was time for a Visit.