The Places We Called Home

Chapter 2

That very next night was when the real horror reigned in my heart.

We were in the kitchen, my mom and I, and we were cleaning up after dinner, and we got in a bit of a tussle. It probably was because I still didn't like the house and was still constantly talking about going back to Michigan. She told me to just shut up and be grateful for what we have.

Now, at the time I was really PISSED, but now that I think about it, she was probably right. I wasn't thinking about that though as I stormed out the door in a huff, slamming the door behind me. I heard it open and shut again, much more quietly then I had just previously done. Then I heard light footsteps running up to my side. It was Candice; I could smell her vanilla perfume.

"I don't want to talk right now, okay?" I snapped at my younger sister, and I could see her stop for a moment as if she was hurt before she continued to walk with me, only now she was a little bit behind.

Before we knew it, we both had walked half way around the lake, and were in the private property of the Camp.

"Come on Anne, we could get in serious trouble for being here…" She wined, and I rolled my eyes. "Come on Anne," She said, repeating herself, "let's go home." She then tried to take my arm and pull me back in the way we had come.

I then bitched her out, saying that I didn't ask her to come along with me. "I was just making sure you were safe," she replied to me, making me feel bad. But she didn't say another word as she turned the other way and walked away from me.

This time when I continued walking, it was at a much slower pace. I heard some snickering behind me, and footsteps walking closer. I rolled my eyes and turned around to say something, thinking it was Candice trying to scare me into coming home with her, but the words died in my throat when I saw the three people behind me were much taller, broader, and all around bigger then my petite baby sister.

Maybe they hadn't noticed me, my brain thought franticly, growing into a panic. I mean, come on, I know I am not the best looking girl in the world, but when it is dark out and there are three boys walking towards one girl, your brain draws conclusions that aren't the best. But they had noticed me, and were starting to come to close for comfort.

"What's up, babe?" One of them said, while grazing my ass with his hand, trying to go behind me. I whipped around and punched him in the face, but sense I do not have a lot of muscle, it really didn't hurt him much at all.

"Whoa, watch out Ken, kitty's got claws!" Another one said, taking hold of my arm. I tried to yank it away but the weak muscles thing got in the way again.

"Oh shut up Collin, that is older than your mom," the third boy said, the only one who has yet to be named.

When words came back to me (finally), I really only said one thing that didn't make much of a difference.

"Let me go," I meant it to sound strong and forceful, but it came out in more of a whimper. They only laughed, while man one and two (Ken and Collin) each took one of my arms and tried to drag me into the woods, man three just followed behind. It was then that I remember watching a show that said the second you stopped struggling, you could kiss your ass good bye. So I wriggled and moved and tried to escape, but I just wasn't strong enough.

Before I knew it I was pinned against a tree and my pants were around my ankles. I suppose guy number three was designated to go first, while the other two held back my arms. My legs were left free, but in the position I was in, there was really no way that I could use them without extreme pain to me.

I wished with all my heart that I had listened to Candice and went back home, but I didn't, and now I was stuck here like this, pinned to a tree, about to be raped by three boys that could probably take me out with both hands tied behind their back.

Right before man three took me by force, he made this gurgling noise and I felt this slight cutting pain in my abdomen. I wondered for a minute if this was me being raped or if something weird had happened.

I figured that it was the second one, because he was lifted off the ground and had something flat and shinny sticking out of his stomach.

That is when I first saw him. The man behind the cut boy was simply huge. A good six foot five and towering, he flicked the boy off of his blade and I heard the sickening crunch of bone breaking when he hit the ground somewhere in the distance.

The other two boys let go of my arms to confront the man. As I collapsed to the ground, I got my first look at his face, or, sort of face. It was covered with a beaten up hockey mask with random holes in it.

One of the boys pulled out a knife from his shoe and was attempting to scare the huge bulk of a man with the tiny blade. This confused me, couldn't this guy see the huge…sword? Kitchen knife? Machete? Whatever it was, it was huge and a little pocket knife was not going to take him out.

That boy was gone in an instant; the huge man literally cut him in half, making blood and other stuff I didn't quite want to know about spilled on me. Ken was the only one left, and he ran for his life. That left me alone with this huge murderer.

Not that I wasn't grateful for what he did for me, but it was a little unconventional, and it left me to wonder if he did it for me or for the kicks of killing.

I stood and he watched, he blade at the ready. I only went to his chest; he was a good foot taller than me. I thought he was big before, but now that I am upright, he was huge, not fat, but huge all around.

I was going to thank him, but I saw him raise his weapon as if to use it on me, I ran.

I found myself on the Camp's expansive dock, on a dead end. I turned to look if he was coming after me. When I didn't see anything but the darkness, I took a moment to gather myself and my situation.

God, I feel like I have Stockholm syndrome, but I guess tonight was my lucky night to become the damsel in distress with no prince to come after me.

That's when I saw him, coming out of the shadows. Jesus, this was way too much like a horror movie, a very stereotypical horror movie too!

I backed up as much as I could, but I wobbled and almost fell into the cold lake. When I saw him step on the dock, I wrapped my arms around my waist, only to feel something warm and wet there.

I looked down to see what it was. I had been cut. So that was what the pain was. Maybe I should not have looked down, because when I looked up, he was right in front of me, ready to strike.

I then forgot I was so close to the water and took a step backwards into open air. Just as he was about to bring his weapon down on my head, I fell backwards into the lake, causing a huge splash. Water got in my nose and made me choke under water.

When I emerged, I saw him just standing there, looking down. He wasn't quite looking at me, but more at the water. He obviously wasn't paying attention to his grip and let his weapon fall. If I didn't move, its handle would have hit me in the head.

He backed up away from the water, as if to avoid the water that it had sprayed up.

I didn't waste any more time, I felt safe in the water and so I grabbed the weapon, by the blade (I got cut, needless to say) and swam.

I had always thought that I was a strong swimmer, and this lake wasn't that big, but I guess I wasn't as good as I thought I was, and about halfway to my dock, I thought I was going to drown.

Somehow, against all odds, I eventually pulled myself up on my dock. I laid there for a second, glad to be on dry land.

Somewhere along the way, I had gotten a better grip on the weapon by the handle, and now that I thought about it, I looked across the lake and wished it wasn't so dark out, it must have been well past midnight, but I wanted to know if he was still there, watching the water, or if he had gone off, killing more people. I hoped it was the first one.

Just then, the back door opened and Emma's head popped out.

"Anne! What the hell are you doing?" Wow, I thought, did Emma just swear?

But she ran down to me, taking me by the wrist in an attempt to pull me up. It was then she noticed I was slightly sliced and holding the weapon.

"Oh my lord, Anne, what did you do?" Yeah, she immediately thought that it was my entire fault that I was cut in two places. Okay, one of them was my fault but that is not the point.

After she got the idea that something happened that wasn't entirely my fault, she nearly dragged me inside to clean me up. Apparently, mom was pissed at me too and went to bed early.

Emma and Candice doted on me, making sure I was fine, and Candice thought it was all her fault because she left me all alone.

Emma was such a mom about it she just had to drag the whole story out of me.

It was so much harder to talk about then I thought it would be. But at the end of the story, I turned to Emma and said in a very distinctive voice that meant I was being completely serious.

"I think I saw the serial killer." Emma freaked out long before that and that had only made it worse, but Candice had no idea what we were talking about, so it was up to me to fill her in. Then she freaked. Isn't it a little funny that I was the one that was almost raped and killed yet it was my sisters that were freaking out?

Little did we know at the time, but we were being watched, no one goes in his home without paying for it.