Saturday night had finally came. A good indication of the arrival of this particular night was the music in Charlotte mother's car. It was set to the local "teenage" radio station, bellowing out the latest and greatest hits of the day ever since Charlotte picked up Sara for the all waiting, all exciting weekend camp out.
The roads leading out the suburbia was one only family fathers and weekend teenagers ever traveled. Many people really never left the comfort of their Suburban homes and for good reason. At the end, the road forked. On the left was the city. Many if now all the fathers of suburbia turned that way. The other was the path that lead up into the dark hills. God knows what waited up in the great wilderness. That was the road Sara and Charlotte where to take.
The sun was just beginning to set when Sara loaded the last of her camping supply into the backseat and sat down into the passengers seat of the very loud booming car. There was something about Suburbia at sunset. Everything wasn't so bright and manufactured in the twilight hour. Long shadows could stretch their arms and enjoy the outside for a awhile. Sara sat in silence as she watched the shadows reach out across yard and fences from the passengers side mirror. She studied them. They seem to have a central base point, the mansion on the hill. It's shadowy fingers where searching for something or someone, Sara couldn't help feeling it might be her.
"You ready?" asked Charlotte as she grabbed the shirt stick preparing to go.
"Yeah im ready when ever you are." Sara cheerfully answered trying to not let her friend know her troubles.
"Alright!" said Charlotte as her started to drive out of suburbia " there so many hot guys at these things, you'll go crazy from being surrounded by the cutties."
" yeah that's sound awesome" said Sara as she turned her head for one final look at the fading landscape. Sara stared at the mansion and the mansion seemed to stare back.
They finally arrived after a long trip at the designated campground. The tent filled field resembled more of Woodstock and less of a gypsy camp as Sara first thought this adventure would turn out to be.
"You said that where was only going to be a few?" said Sara
"Okay so I lied a little but honestly I didn't think this many would show up! This is awesome" Said Charlotte as she closed the door to her mother's white neon. " think of it this way, more for us to choose from."
Rolling her eyes Sara gaped her stuff out of the backseat and headed towards the camped city of tents hoping to find a shot to set up the their camp.
The spot was found and the tents and supplies where set. It was just about time to join the others and head to the traditional nightly ghost story or that was what Charlotte said. After zipping up the tent both girls went down the beaten path towards the center of the camp which lead to the sacred ash cycle of storytelling when Sara spotted Joe walking up the grassy knoll with some of the other teens. Joe must have spotted her as well for he stopped, said a word to his buddy and trotted over to see them.
"Wow, im so happy you made it!" said Joe as he stared at Sara's eyes.
"Me too" Said Sara with a little ghost smile crossed her face.
"So would you mind if I sat with you guys during the ghost stories?"
"No not at all, I was just going to ask you if you would like to"
Charlotte pulled Sara aside from earshot
"Who's that?"
"A friend" Sara answered.
"With benefits?"
"No not like that"
"Give it time Sara, give it time."
"Hey Guys!" yelled Joe from across the grounds. " Hurry up the ghost stories are starting"
Sara paused a moment and looked at Joe who was already half way up the hill and then back to Charlotte wearing the most maleficence smile ever.
"Tag your it!"
With that all three ran up the hill in full tilt, laughing all the way.
They finally make it with only being a little late as they took a spot of an old craved out log. Someone was already in the process of telling the old hook in the car door story when the three arrived on the scene. The usual chills and screams fell from the audience as the storyteller 's friend jumped out at the right moment from behind a bush wearing a tablecloth and ran at the campers. The crowd applauded and parsed the storyteller as he rejoin the cycle. It was now Bruce's turn to tell a tell.
Bruce was the lead quarter back for the suburbia high school football team and by un-written law the darklord of the stupids. He was cocky and knew his popularity would never fail as long as he could get any woman with his blonde, blue eye charm. Well all but one...Sara.
Bruce, in his red and white letter jacket took center stage as he began his story. All eyes where exactly as he like them to be, on him.
" you've all heard of the scissorman right? This is the story of his escape."
A dead silence fell over the crowd as Bruce held his dramatic pause. Every child that ever lived and grew up in suburbia heard of the scissorman. He was a boogeyman not to be spoken about.
"A long time ago way before any of us where even born he came down from the castle on mansion hill into Suburbia with only one thing on his mind...drinking the blood of virgins!! Ahh yes my friends blood is what he craves and blood is what he got. Night after night he would stock and wait in the shadow, letting his victims know they where being watched. Then when they couldn't take it anymore the he would jump out from his place in the shadows and SLICE their neck with his 3 ft long scissorblades letting the blood drain upon himself. Just thing the last thing you hear of this green earth is the sound of frantic snipping as your lights darken. This went on for who knows how long The people of suburbia didn't know how to stop him til they found his weakness. There was a girl in which the scissorman fell in love with. Residents of Suburbia use this girl to lure him out and destroy him for good, but they knew not to trust someone with ties to the monster so they sent their bravest man to the castle. Yes the one on the mansion hill. He went there head first as the residents pushed the creature back in to castle grounds. Know one knows what happen but it was said that both the brave young man and the scissorman where both kill by each others hands."
"What happened to the girl" someone in the crowd asked.
"No one knows. Some say that she moved on with her life and got out of Suburbia. Others say that she killed herself after she found out about her dead love but I think the Scissorman got her... as his final victim. What ever happened to her she's now dead. Her grave sits down in the old cemetery in the lower side of Suburbia but I must warn you if your thinking of visiting her grave beware of the ghost of the scissorman! He's been know to take a victim back to with him TO THE GRAVE!!!"
A maniacal laugh from Bruce and the roar of the fire where the indication to the end of the story.
The crowd cheered, the storyteller bowed and all was well in the world of Bruce.
"Wait, wait, wait" said the red head siting on the left side of Sara. "So your telling me that if I go down to the old cemetery the scissorman will get me...yeah right!"
Turning to face Charlotte, Bruce took the comment as an insult upon his skills of storytelling.
"Okay then red, I dare you to go down to the old cemetery, to the grave of Kimberly and wait, all night long."
Charlotte drew back a little from the dare but would never let her fear show to an ass like this.
"Ok I except but only if I can bring someone with me."
Bruce smiled at this proposal.
"Alright but I'll be having a guy at the gates all night just to make sure you went in and came out..maybe alive."
"Your on" said Charlotte as she walked away from the crowd of teens that viewed this little dare.
Sara made her way through the waves of people returning to their tents to finally meet up with Charlotte at their own. Taking her spot inside she could only guess what other person Charlotte was referring to.
"Are you really going to do it Char.?" asked Sara
Charlotte turned her head and smiled a smile that you just knew its wasn't going to be good.
"Yep and you're come along"