Chapter 3: Unearthed
The morning brought some slight discomforts in the form of a reveille. At 4:00AM, everyone came out of their cabins and lodges at the sound of a trumpet. Remarks like "What the hell?" and "who in the world?" sounded throughout the camp. "I guess no one ever bothered to turn off the alarm when the remodel was done." Troy said. "Yeah," Chad said, "but who in their right mind would ever made kids get up at 4:00?" the morning was met with groggy faces, and not even the extremely watered down coffee from the mess hall helped wake anyone up. Only two people were in anyway energized, and they were Jackson and Oliver. "I don't know how you could be this awake at this time, you crazy freaks." Lilly grumbled groggily. "We just want to get a head start" Oliver told her excitedly. "Head start on what?" Miley asked in a similar fashion as Lilly. "On the body hunt, of course!" Jackson said. "And since3 our competition appears comatose, we are bound to find it before them!" Jackson motioned to Zack and Cody, both of whom appeared to be sleeping at the table. "Well, good luck with that." Miley said, but the boys were already gone when she turned back.
Chad came to the table where his friends were recovering from the bugle attack. "Good news, guy's, I was able to turn off that damn reveille." Everybody nodded and returned to their coffee. "So, Troy," Chad said, "I was wondering, would you like to play some one-on-one?" Troy looked up. "Really?" "Really." Chad said. Troy turned to Gabriella, who looked tired, but found the strength to smile. "Sure." Troy said, and went out with them. Sharpay turned to Ryan and winked at him, and Ryan grudgingly winked back. Kelsi noticed the wink and looked at Sharpay suspiciously. Sharpay smiled at her and walked away, Kelsi's sharp eyes following her.
For the entire day Jackson and Oliver had been digging at the spot, and even after five feet, there was nothing. "Did that old guy really bury him nine feet?" Jackson asked at one point. But they kept digging. Even when Oliver asked "how do we know that the headstone wasn't fake?" they kept on working. Eventually, they had dug a huge hole in the ground. "I'm going to get a drink and a snack." Oliver said. "Yeah," Jackson asked "Can you get me a coke?" "No problem." Oliver said and walked away. Jackson continued to dig, and was about to give up, when he hit metal. Jackson took a sharp intake of breath, and reached down to feel where he hit. Reaching down, he felt metal. As soon as he did, Jackson started frantically digging with his hands. Soon, he had uncovered the surface of a giant, metal box. The box appeared plain, like a foot locker. That is, if a foot locker was six and a half feet long! Jackson went to open the box, but found it was kept shut by some sort of seal. Jackson grabbed the edge of the seal, gritted his teeth and, through a show of brute force, tore it off
He suddenly found he could move! After so many years, he would finally be free of this worthless box! Suddenly, the top of the bow was opened and he saw the first light in over fifteen years shined in his face.
Jackson stared at the waterlogged corpse lying inside the Box. There were about 3 inches of water in the bottom of the container. The body had on a soaked jumpsuit, and a rusted machete was next to it. The body also had a mask on, a mask that he couldn't quite recall. An urge to get out of the hole suddenly surged through him, and he climbed out. The next urge he got was to call for Oliver to come quick. "Oliver!! I found it! Get over here right now!" "I'm coming!" he called out faintly. Jackson turned around and started toward the grave, but his path was blocked by a large figure. He stood staring when it finally hit him. "Oh my god," Jackson thought, "it's the corpse." The figure brought his hand back, which held the rusted Machete. The last thing Jackson thought before the machete made contact was "Oh yeah, it's a Hockey mask."
Oliver ran toward the site, and ran into the gravesite, when he was stopped in his tracks by a shocking sight. A tall, soaked, decomposed man was standing in front of the grave, staring at him. He was huge, being both tall and well built. A hockey goalie mask adorned his face and in his hand he clutched a rusted machete. Oliver started stepping toward the man, but his foot hit something on the ground. Oliver looked down at the ground, and dropped the food and coke he was carrying. He shrieked and stepped back, away from the severed head of Jackson Stewart, his shocked face looking up toward the sky. The man began to step toward Oliver and Oliver took off toward the camp at full speed, screaming at the top of his lungs.
Sharpay was in the woods, waiting for Ryan when she heard the screams. Normally she would leave it alone, but the screams sounded so unearthly, like one of pure terror. She walked over toward the sounds. The screams seemed to be going through the forest, like someone was running. The screams suddenly intensified and stopped movement, and then a few minutes later, abruptly stopped. She moved toward the sound and she soon reached a clearing. She saw the backside of a very big man. "Excuse me sir," she asked, "was that you screaming?" the man turned, and she beheld a horrible sight. It wasn't the decomposed body or the bizarre mask the man wore on his face. It was the boy that sat on his knees with a machete in his head. Sharpay instantly turned and ran. She was running in the opposite way of the camp, but she didn't care. She just wanted to get away.
He had never felt so alive. The girl running the opposite way of the camp, the camp itself reopening, it was all perfect. It was all a throwback of the old days, and if they were all as stupid as that girl, this should be easy. He pulled his machete out of the boy's head and started after the girl.