Friday the 13th 2014
Sometime later after the chores were done and the girls' cabin was back to being clean and snake free, Marcie and Brenda were casually walking down the stone driveway that leads to the camp's entrance on their way to the counselor's cabin discussing what they were having for dinner, the Sun peeking through the leaves of the tall trees.
"I'm making salad!" Brenda suggested, running a hand through her hair to feel it slightly sweaty from the heat. "Want me to make some for everybody else?"
Marcie grinned enthusiastically, "That would be great. I think there are some hamburgers in there too - but Brenda interjected, putting a hand up.
"None for me thanks, I'm a vegetarian, but there are apples. Do you know how to make apple pie?"
Marcie waved a hand, her voice confident. "Sure. No sweat!"
Driving slowly and surprisingly quiet down the stone road the two girls turn around from their conversation and watch as a police officer approached on his motorcycle, "What is going on?" Brenda asked as she and Marcie stepped onto the grass to let him pass. Another thing that got the girl's attention is dancing around chanting, only he wasn't properly dressed. In fact, he's in his underpants with his around his waist as for the finishing touch a native American headdress.
Ned immediately stops chanting upon seeing the police officer. "Oh shit!" he said.
The police officer; who's in his mid-to-late 30's, wore the standard blue shirt and black trouser uniform complete with black boots, a black leather jacket, a white helmet and a pair of black sunglasses, lifted his leg over and parked the motorcycle before advancing to the two girls, his hands lightly gripping his belt buckle, "All right, who are you people?" He asked, his voice stern as though he would arrest them anyway, no matter what the excuse.
Brenda stepped forward, "Camp counselors. Neddy's just foolin' around." Answering the officer as she places her hand on Ned's shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm just foolin' around." Ned jokingly laughs.
Can it, Coochies. The police officer silencing Ned before taking off his sunglasses and placing them in his inside jacket pocket, "Did Steve Christy hire you people?" He asked when he saw Heather, Jack, Ned, and Tony approaching, "He paying you for this?"
Jack brushed past them as he stared at the officer's ride, "Hey, nice bike!" but the man grabbed him by the upper arms.
"You been smoking, boy?" Looking Jack directly in the eyes
Jack shrugged away from the officer's grip, his hands in the air 'surrendering. "Smoking? Don't smoke. Causes cancer." he replied with a shit-eating grin.
"You know what I mean. What'd you just get off a spaceship or something?" Jack looked back at the others, his face showing what they were just thinking; what the hell's he talking about? "Colombian gold? Grass? Hash? The weed Dig it?"
"Hey, what's he talking about?" Ned said out loud from the back, striking the officer's attention.
"Don't get smart with me." giving Ned his first warning.
"Me?" Ned gestured with a hand on his chest. "I'm as dumb as they come." he joked but the officer didn't find it at all funny, pointing his finger at him strictly. "Hey, not another word out of you, understand?" giving him a second warning.
While this was going on Jack had slipped away and was admiring the bike, sliding his hand across the shiny, blue exterior before kneeling down to its interior.
"Officer, there's really nothing going on here. We're getting the place in shape." Brenda informed, standing in between Marcie and Ned.
"In shape for what?" He asked curiously, still not noticing that Jack's still examining his bike. By now Bill had arrived on the scene and had heard most of the conversation. "Officer, is there anything we can do to help?"
"We'd be glad to help out," Marcie began but the officer interrupted her, his glance on everyone, "I'm looking for somebody."
"And who's that ?" Ned asked.
"A guy named Ralph. "The town crazy." he replied simply.
"Well there's no crazy people around here right," Ned joked, his hands circling the side of his head to signify a "crazy person" but stopped once Marcie slapped his bare chest for him to stop.
"I told you to sit on it, Tonto." he glared at Ned before continuing. "I got word Ralph was pedaling out this way, spouting his gospel."
It was Bill who stepped forward from behind the small crowd, "We haven't seen anybody else here."
"just us." Marcie backs up Bill's claim not looking for any trouble what's so ever.
Brenda looked a little worried. "This guy Ralph…is he dangerous?"
The officer released a deep sigh. "Every time that loony gets drunk, he gets his calling. I spend the morning in court, he gets a week in jail."
Suddenly his radio on his bike sparked into life, "Cycle Two, where the hell are you? Come in, Cycle Two." Jack turned from his admiring and went to pick it up but the officer snatched it before he could, "This is Dorf. I'm out here at Camp Crystal Lake. Over." He said, glaring at Jack for messing with his radio.
"Haul it back in, Dorf. Chief wants you back in town on the double."
The camp counselors laugh quietly at the mentions of his name, Marcie covering her mouth as she was about to erupt as Jack placed an arm around her, pulling her close.
"Roger that. 10-4. On my way. Out," the officer called back, hooking the microphone back onto his radio installed between the handlebars and the seat of the motorcycle, "Never keep the chief waiting." He enlightened the group, walking around the bike and threw a leg over, gripping the handlebars. "You kids keep your noses clean understand? You'll be hearing from me if you don't," he informed the group, taking his sunglasses back out from his inside jacket pocket and slipping them on. "We ain't gonna stand for no weirdness out here." he ensured with a nod, the group laughing at him again as he turned the ignition and revved up the engine. He then biked down the remainder of the stony driveway before turning it back around once he reached the end and sped past them out the camp.
Tony stretched his arms out then turns to his girlfriend. "Listen, babe, I'm gonna go for a jog wanna come?"
Heather scoffs. "No, and besides we have work to do!"
"Suit yourself but I'm gone!"
Rolling her eyes as Heather shakes her head know it's pointless to stop her boyfriend. "Okay go on your little walk but don't stay gone for too long." Heather presses herself against Tony giving him an ultimatum. "If you're back within the hour, you and I can have some fun. Cabin D, the two of us all night." smiling seductively
Smirking himself Tony shares a quick kiss with Heather. "Your wish is my command, my fair lady." Quoting Shakespeare. "Until my return stay strong, our love is forever even if we are apart."
Heather giggles at her boyfriends dramatic acting, for some reason it always makes her laugh. As she watched her boyfriend run into the woods.
While the others were outside, Alice was in the kitchen alone, sorting out the pots and pans they'll be using to make their lunch while putting away the ones they won't be using. With several large pots piled up upon one another Alice lifted them up against her chest, also picking up a dirty plate with one hand and a kitchen towel with the other, and paced herself to the sink. Dropping in the plate and then throwing the towel on top of the fridge she then made her way to the pantry, whistling to herself as she reached out for the doorknob. Turning it she pulled it open and screamed at what she found inside, dropping the pots on the floor creating a large crash that anyone could hear.
"Aahh!" She then backed off until her rump hit the counter and watched as the creepy man stepped out from the darkness of the pantry. His eyes were squinted, his teeth dirty and she swore she could smell alcohol on him. "I'm a messenger of God. You're doomed if you stay here!" he warned her, the jugular veins on his neck clearly showing as he spoke.
From the kitchen's entrance, Marcie and Ned appeared, stopping in their tracks when they saw the man. Alice looked back to them before her gaze was back on him. The man turned his attention to the two who'd arrived, "This place is cursed. Cursed!" he said strongly, Alice backing off as he slowly stepped forward. "It's got a death curse."
As he brushed by Alice suddenly found her voice and asked, "Who are you?" Her hands gripped the counter tightly.
"What do you want?" Marcie followed, backing off next to Ned. The man glared at Alice, then the other two. "God sent me!" he replied simply.
Smelling the alcohol on his breath and realizing that he was a total whack-job Ned stood up to him, "Get out of here, man!" But this didn't seem to threaten him as he stared back into his eyes, "I've got to warn ya. Ya doomed if ya stay here." His gazes moved from Alice to Marcie, then Ned as he said, "Go. Go!"
He then skulked out the kitchen, through the living room and then out the door, the trio eyeing him as he went, the feeling of dread on their shoulders. He looked back at the cabin before hurrying toward his bike parked up against a tree.
Ned turned to the girls, "I think we just met Ralph."
Alice let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, "God, what's next?"
With that sense of dread still lingering inside her, Alice stood at the door, watching him, as the others sat down on the sofa, Ned pulling out a bar of chocolate he was saving and suddenly had to fight for once Marcie's eyes caught sight of it. Ralph reached his bike and looked back, "You're doomed. You're all doomed," he warned again before sitting down on his bike and riding off into the distance, the Sun hiding behind the distant trees and the gulls squawking overhead. Once he was gone Alice walked back inside to join the others.
Meanwhile Tony was jogging for a good ten minutes, going further and further into the woods that he intended. Stopping to do a set of push-ups, pushing himself to the limit. Little did he know he's being stalked by a figure hidden behind a tree, eyeing Tony patiently and plotting his demise, their feet could be seen moving from its hiding place stepping on a twig.
The sound of a broken twig alerted him, rising to his feet. "Hello is anybody there?" he called out but receives no answer his eyes move back and forth for any sign of movement. "Hello? Heather is that you babe?" again no answer now wondering if his mind had played a trick on him. "That better not be you, Ned I swear if you jump out and surprise, I'm gonna slug you in the face, I shit you not!"He smiles to himself getting worked up over nothing.
Continuing on with his run, he passed an unnoticed figured. Tony ran for five miles nonstop, sweat dripping from his forehead due to being under the sun's ray for so long. The shirt he wore is stained with so much sweat it's soggy, Tony felt his heartbeat pumping twice than normal and could feel himself close to passing out if didn't give himself a chance to rest.
Removing his shirt with so much sweat was a struggle but he got it off, dropping it to the ground. Now shirtless Tony finds shade under a tree taking in deep breaths, not only is he tried he's also hungry and thirsty as well. "Fuck, I'm sweating like a pig out here!" He wipes some of the sweat from off his forehead. "Soon as I get back to camp, I'm definitely gonna a container of fucking water." Pushing himself up against the tree his eyes closed for a moment as his head turns sideways upon opening his eyes they widened in surprise.
Not too far from where he's sitting, he spotted smoke signs. "What the hell? Is this place on fire?" In spite of being exhausted, he had to see if there was any danger. Getting up he walks in the direction the smoke's coming from, passing by a couple of trees then over a small hill. The more he walked, the closer the smoke gotten and what he found wasn't what he expected to find. An abandoned campfire with crock pot boiling underneath the fire and a tent set up.
"Someone's been camping out here!" Tony moves towards the campfire and stood over the tent, chances were someone might be inside. "Hey, I apologize for the interjection but I saw the smoke and assumed it was a fire. Anyway I'm starving and I could use a meal" he said to whoever but no response growing impatient he roughly opens the tent. "Didn't you fuckin hear me, I said...
The words in Tony's mouth came to a horrific halt, what he made sick to his stomach inside the tent is a dead coyote. Although dead wasn't the best word to describe it, butchered is more accurate. The coyote's right arm had been ripped off and its skin cut open showing its skeleton bones as if the animal was eaten alive.
"What the fuck, what the fuck?" Tony backs away slows then loses his balance and knocks over the crock pot, boiling water pours out including pieces of the coyote it was enough to make Tony vomit. "Oh fuck this shit ain't right!" Tony gets up and makes a run back to camp to warns the others there's a sicko around, he didn't get far his left foot had been caught in a bear trap, badly injuring his leg so it appears his foot about to come off.
"AAGHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GODDAMNIT! " Tony screams in pain, seeing himself in that bear trap he realizes just how much danger he and his friends are in. Struggling to free himself was painful more than anything he'd ever endured and there's no guarantee he wouldn't lose his left leg, leaving him with one opinion. "Help, help me, somebody, please!" Tony cried praying someone would hear his plea. "Please help me, God please don't leave me like this!"
Tony pleas for help were indeed heard, by the same one who'd stalked him and his friends. The figure stealthy moves in towards its pray slowly relishing the moment. The figure's feet moving along the grass got Tony's attention, believing the person in question is here to help him.
"Oh thank God, I'm stuck and I can't can't get loose. Please, can you help me?" Tony felt relieved someone came to his aid. What he didn't know is the figure is here for one thing and help wasn't it. The figure now stood over its pray. "Why are you just standing there can't you see I to get to a hospital?" No response came from the figure only silence as if talking to a statue. "Seriously help me!" Tony yelled no longer able to handle the pain. The figure reaches for its belt then takes out a hunting knife.
Tony gasp in horror as the figure grabs him by his hair swiftly gliding the hunting knife across Tony's throat slicing it open. Gurgling while blood spurts out, the figure wasn't finished with just yet, stabbing Tony in the forehead twisting the knife thus killing him. Now with Tony taken care of, there are seven counselors left and before the day was over with, there would be no survivors.
I personally want to thank my friend for his advice on who the killer's next target should be. Next, I'll be working on updating Dragon of Justice. There's still more terror to come and until then goodbye.