Monday, October 25, 2004
While baby-sitting the new neighbors' children for the first time, Katie answered the phone.
"Hello!" Katie answered. There was no replay.
"Hello, is anyone there?" asked Katie. Once again, there was no replay, so Katie hung up the phone, and went back over to the couch.
"Katie," yelled Nathan, the Johnson's little boy, "I need some water!"
"OK, I'll get you some!" yelled Katie. So slowly Katie got off the couch, went to the kitchen cabinet and got a cup. She filled the cup with water. As Katie was walking to Nathan's room the phone rang, right as she walked by it.
"Hello!" she said. No one replied. Katie could hear something in the background as she listened very carefully. She heard a deep voice say,
"Until the day we die." Katie, who was scared by now, hung up and took Nathan high water.
"Who called?" Nathan questioned.
"Oh someone is just prancing us." Katie said, Trying to reassure herself, but she knew it wasn't a prank caller for some reason. Katie felt sick inside, she wanted to go back home. She tried not to fret, so she just focused on watching T.V. She channel surfed for about an hour without realizing the Johnsons should have been home 30 minutes ago. She just thought to herself that the movie started late. Without realizing it, she fell asleep on the couch. She awoke and looked at the clock, it was 11:47. She wondered to herself why they were so late, they hadn't even called. Katie decided she had better go call her mom and say that the Johnsons weren't home yet. So she slowly sat herself up from the couch, and slowly walked over to the phone. Right as she was about to pick up the phone, it rang.
"Hello!" she answered. Noone replied. "Hey, whoever this is, stop calling and what do you want?" Katie yelled into the phone.
"This is the day we die!" the suddenly familiar voice said.
"Mr. Johnson, is that you?" Katie remarked. Click, the phone went dead, the person had hung up.
Katie kept thinking to herself, was that really Mr. Johnson? It sounded so much like him, even though she'd only heard his voice a few times. Suddenly she saw something out of the corner of her eye; it was Carrissa, Nathan's little sister.
"Carrissa, you scared me," said Katie in a panic.
"Are my parents home yet?" asked Carrissa.
"No, but they'll be home soon," replied Katie.
"Go back to bed then, it's late," said Katie. As Carrissa walked back to her room, Katie kept thinking. She decided to call Mr. Johnson's cell phone just to check everything out. She dialed the number slowly, 762-4789. It rang twice.
"Hello," said an unfamiliar voice.
"Mr. Johnson?" she asked.
"No, this is Officer Dan," he replied.
"Oh, I'm sorry, wrong number," she said. "As Katie was bout to hang up the voice yelled, "Wait!"
"I'm hear," Katie said.
"What relation do you have with the Johnson's? he asked.
"Well, I'm their neighbor, and I'm watching their kids tonight," Katie answered.
"This is their phone; we found their bodies about 45 minutes ago along a dirt road. We received a call saying that someone heard two bullets shot. Both Mr. and Mrs. Johnson wer shot. I'm sorry to say, but they died," he said so calmly.
"What? Katie said all teary eyed.
"They were shot, murdered. We think they died around 8:30," Dan said. Katie dropped to the floor crying. She couldn't believe it.
"Ms. are you OK; I know this tragic, but go home. Call your mom, and take their kids to your house!" Dan said frantically. Katie suddenly remembered those phone calls earlier; she dropped the phone. She got off the floor wiping her tears, and scrolled through the caller I.D. The second call she thought, who was it? She looked at the number, 762-4789, it was Mr. Johnson's phone. The time he called was 7:54. He knew they were gonna die. The third call, 762-4789, 8:45. They'd called after they died. Katie felt so sick. She dropped to the floor again, crying. She picked up the phone and said into it "They called after they died." Dan didn't say anything.
"They did, check the phone!" Katie demanded. Dan scrolled the phone, and sure enough, Mr. Johnson called his house, after he had been dead.
- Allee Smith is a Tonganoxie Junior High School student