HALLUCINATIONS

Mrs. Johnson was crying in her room when the call came in it was the hospital and there was an emergency. She quickly got her keys, wiped her face, went outside, got in her car and drove off. Isabella watched quietly from her window smiling.

They were done searching every single place in the house, yet no sign of Jake, both of them fell down heavily on Anika's bed and fell asleep.

The lawyer was done asking Daniel questions then he and Mr. Johnson were on their way out.

"It is going to be nearly impossible to win this case," the lawyer said as they walked out of the station.

"Why is that?"

"Well, there is solid evidence that he committed the crime. That is the video, the fingerprints on the knife and even a witness, Isabella. So you see there's no chance of winning this case unless you can throw some money around."

"To whom? Alicia doesn't have any relatives."

"Honestly, that's going to be tough. Do you know God?"

"Yeah."

"Pray to him then," then the lawyer went into the car, Mr. Johnson got into drivers seat and drove off, then he dropped his lawyer at the chamber from there he went home.

Anika woke up, picked up her phone and checked the time on her phone.

"Oh my goodness, Lisa, Lisa, wake up its 6:00pm," Anika said shaking Lisa fervently.

"Mmmm.....Anika what is it....I wanna sleep...."

"It's 6:00pm."

"6:00pm?" Lisa said jumping up, "I can't believe we slept so long."

"Lisa I think I should sleepover at your place today."

"Ok, l let's go then."

"Hold on, let me call my dad." Anika picked her phone up from her bed just then, she heard the sound of a car park at the front of the house.

"That should be my dad, let's go and I'll tell him."

Anika and Lisa headed outside to see Mr. Johnson on his way into the house.

"Dad, I'm going to Lisa's for the night."

"That won't be a problem, have fun," he said going inside. Anika and Lisa went to Lisa's house, thankfully, Mrs. White had travelled and Edwin wouldn't be back until the next day leaving two of them alone.

Mr. Johnson went to Isabella's room, knocked then Isabella opened the door.

"Daddy!" Isabella shouted with joy, jumping into his arms.

"How are you?"

"I'm fine daddy, but I'm hungry."

"How about we go to the kitchen and prepare dinner?"

Isabella nodded her head, he put her on the floor gently and holding her hand he took her down the stairs and into the kitchen. He gently set her on the table and got a pan out of a cabinet.

"Would you like if I made pancakes, pumpkin?"

"That'll be nice."

Mr. Johnson got the recipe book out and started looking for the pancake recipe. He got out all the ingredients and got mixing. He set the pan on the cooker and began frying. With time he felt like something was moving behind him. He glanced back, didn't see anything, continued frying then suddenly stopped, something wasn't right, he turned back to where he had kept Isabella, she was gone. He turned off the cooker and called out, " Pumpkin, pumpkin, Bella, Bella."

He left the kitchen in search of her, calling her name. Just there, in the dark, next to the stairs a knife glinted ready to attack as the target approached. Mr. Johnson moved closer and closer towards Isabella just as the knife was thrown back ready to stab him, the door opened.

"Hello, anybody home?" Mrs. Johnson was back from the hospital.

Isabella rolled her eyes in disgust and quickly jumped on her father.

"I got you!" She shouted laughing, the knife was no longer in her hand.

"Oh, pumpkin don't do that again. Honey, how was work?"

"It was tiring, but, thankfully the patient is safe now, I'm starving and I smell pancakes." She headed off to the kitchen. Mr. Johnson took Isabella to the kitchen and continued frying.

When he was done all of them had dinner and went to bed.

Mrs. Johnson was sleeping when she felt the covers of her blanket slowly pull off her body.

"Michael is that you?" She asked sleepily.

The blanket continued to pull off her body, she opened her eyes, wide awake now. She opened her mouth but she couldn't scream, she just sat there on her bed, eyes opened wide. Right there in front of her was a man, dressed in all black almost looked like a shadow, red eyes, wicked smile, cleaning a knife in hand.

She slowly tapped her husband, calling his name from a whisper to a shout but never looked away from the figure before her. Mr. Johnson woke up suddenly, "Honey, what is it, why'd you wake me?"

She slowly pointed at the figure fearfully. Mr. Johnson looked at the direction she was pointing at then looked left then right.

"Honey there's nothing there."

Mrs. Johnson screamed like she had been holding it in the whole time and ran out of the room.