A Camp From Hell!

I am not scary. Iam definitely not in the mood to be scary but this is a story I must tell. You are on sacred ground, be frightened. It all started at Camp Eat’m’up. I had been forced to go there for the entire summer by my crummy parents. There were very few other children there but I made friends with them fast. I counted 10 of them, 8 if you dont include those baddass kids that brought alcohol to the campfires and never socialized with anyone but themselves.

Actually, this story starts off around the campfire with "the rats" (they liked for us to call themselves that) drinking like fish. I dont know why our counsellor, Gregg, didnt say anything. Well anyways, where was I? Oh yes, around the campfire. Our counsellor began with the ceremonial "scary" story. I always laughed them off, they always seemed silly to be, but not this time. I wouldnt be ale to tell you the story back word for word but it was basically about how the aread we are camping on right now was once indian land there the chiefs wre all buried. One of he chiefs a major bone to pick with some white guy who murdered him, so every once in a while he makes an appearance and kills all the people he sees that arent of his tribe. He is seem with a tomahawk and bloody neck where his head was severed years before.

The camp ground was still, the marshmellows were burning, everyone had froze..until silnce was broken by a burst of laughter from "the rats". Gregg just gave them a dirty looks, picked up his guitar, and roke into a song. The rats got up with there bottles and left howling with laughter. The next morning they wre found dead by my troop. There faces (which I must note, were several feet from their bodies) with fear. Their parents, funnily enough, werent called. We gave them a proper burial, even though they didnt deserve anything from us. Gregg told us not to be sad, we were better off without them.

Every day after that, one by oe another person dissapeared. Some were found some werent. The ones that were found though all had their heads apart from their bodies. Gregg seemed chipper despite the murders though, he alwys had a smile and a song.

There were only 3 of us left, but we stuck like glue. We decided to go on a nature hike to help get our minds off all the craziness that had happened recently. As we were treking through the woords, one of my pals, Bobby, saw smoke. We walked towards it until we reached a run down cabin. Someone was inside, we were sure of it, so we crept slowly towards it and peeked inside. There inside was Gregg sharpening a knife. How had he gotten there so fast? Our whole bodies filled with fear and we took off. We ran for maybe 10 minutes where we decied to take a break and discuss things. Gregg was bad, that seemed obvious, and it also seemed like it would be agood idea if we stared as far from the camp grounds as possible. We knew how to take care of ourselves. We ate squirrels and birds we found, we drank water from the streams... life was good... for about 2 days. Bobby wanted to go back to the cabin. He said that maybe there was a phone there, maybe we coud call for help, maybe Gregg had gone away. A lot of maybes but we had to chance it, it was our only hope of getting us out of there. We set off towards the cabin and found it within a few hours. We crept quietly up to the windown and peered inside. We saw Gregg, dead, with his head atleast a meter from his body, which had a hold on the door know, trying to make a final escape. On the wall was written in clood "CHIEF EAT’M’UP LIVES!". We looked at each other in horror, then we looked around. Beside the tree was a shadowy figre that was very blurry although, his wink could be clearly seen.

THE END

by SonicYuth

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