[There's a certain quality to Johnny's story from the very beginning, something honest and not the typical it was a dark and stormy night... cheap feel. The smirk on Jack's lips fades as he listens. It's an interest in the man himself that hooks him first, the elements of radiation and sedation. He's seen hospital rooms like that too, it's an easy thing to picture. And being so helpless that you can't even move - that would terrify anyone, wouldn't it?
Once again, he's doing what Jack didn't imagine that he could: he's drawing him in with his ghost - no, if the man was that drugged, there didn't really have to be any ghosts at all. It doesn't even matter since things can still be seen and believed in that state, and real or not, they're still terrifying. It's a frightening story to anyone who can imagine themselves in that position, and Jack can.]
What happened next?
[It's quiet, but he really wants to know. That's what Johnny's achieved with his story.]
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Once again, he's doing what Jack didn't imagine that he could: he's drawing him in with his ghost - no, if the man was that drugged, there didn't really have to be any ghosts at all. It doesn't even matter since things can still be seen and believed in that state, and real or not, they're still terrifying. It's a frightening story to anyone who can imagine themselves in that position, and Jack can.]
What happened next?
[It's quiet, but he really wants to know. That's what Johnny's achieved with his story.]