"Fine then, you fucking bitch you want to play well then let's play."
The color in Dipper's face drained almost instantly as Robbie shouted this in response to the disembodied voice of Sarah Crulley, completely unaware of the consequences of his actions or the rapidly changing parlor of Dipper's skin. The swirling voices that had berated the group ceased and for a moment the world seemed almost peaceful under the starry sky. However, as is with all peace, it was not meant to last. A piercing scream rang out into the night. It was soft at first as if coming from somewhere far away, but quickly grew into such a terrible and blaring sound that even Robbie could swear he felt it in his soul. The ground surrounding the unmarked grave heaved and groaned before completely shattering and the twisted form of Sarah Crulley crawled up from the depths of the earth like something out of a late night zombie flick. In appearance she was a twelve year old girl, wearing a tattered grey dress with pale white skin and badly distorted facial features.
Dipper was surprised by her appearance as he had expected the perpetrator of a series of murders to be someone older; then again he had read in his book that tormented spirits often take on the appearance of how they existed at some point of great trauma in their lives. Maybe the twisted appearance of Sarah Crulley was a reflection of her inner turmoil caught between the innocence of youth and adulthood when she had experienced this supposed trauma. Either way it didn't really matter, something wicked in her demeanor terrified Dipper to his very core. The wind howled in and out of her empty eye sockets as a grotesque grin spread across her face. In that same smooth, ashen voice Dipper had just heard shrieking at him from a million different angles moments before, she uttered this with all the innocence of a child "Alright, how about we play hide and go seek. You hide and I'll kill you. It'll be so much fun." She finished with laughter that sounded broken in a way. In some parts it was like that of a child in others it was like that of an old woman's laugh, haughty and dry, but always alternating between the two never finding a median.
Till then everyone had been staring at the newly risen Sarah Crulley transfixed by the site of her, but something in her laugh brought them crashing back to reality First they panicked, then there was screaming, and finally they ran. It was every man for himself and you had best hope you weren't left behind in the chaos. Everyone scattered in different directions. Dipper barely had enough time to note how perfectly still Crulley was almost as if fleeing was exactly what she wanted them to do. Something didn't feel right about this situation and Dipper couldn't fight off the nagging feeling that they had forgotten something important, but when one runs for their life one rarely devotes much time to such superfluous thoughts beyond escape. The group made it a whole twenty feet before what exactly the important thing was made itself known. "Help! Come back. You assholes forgot me." Dave yelled in a shrill voice. Everyone stopped in their tracks and doubled back. Dipper facepalmed, he couldn't believe they had forgotten about Dave, the poor kid had gotten his leg crushed by the falling debris from the cliff side and couldn't move. Dipper made it back first and hid behind some bushes, planning on what to do next when he was joined by Robbie, Wendy, and Mabel. Thompson and lee were nowhere to be seen. Maybe they had gotten lost in the woods or something, but that was an issue to be dealt with later. Robbie was the first to break the silence "Well, kid how do we fight that thing? You're the one deals with this weird, creepy ghost stuff, right? Just do what you did last time and swing a bat at it or something." Dipper was shocked. It was surprisingly humble for a guy who usually rushed head first into situations to rely on someone else, especially someone he considered inferior. Dipper's shock quickly dissipated as fear began to set in again. The last time he dealt with malevolent spirits he didn't swing any bats, more like danced at them and all the book ever told him was to give the spirit what it wanted, but what if all it wanted was your blood? Dipper cradled his head in his hands and rocked back and forth. Never had he felt so powerless as he did in this moment, not knowing what to do or where to go. You're going to die in these woods flashed through his mind sending him careening over the edge of sanity and into a mini panic attack.
Whilst Dipper was in the midst of his little freak out session Crulley had been inching ever closer towards Dave, stumbling as bones creaked and twisted under her skin. The pain in his leg had been unbearable but there was something about a grinning monster shambling its way to you while you lay pinned under a rock that really makes one forget such agony. As he became lightheaded due to blood loss his mind flashed back to that moment when he was asked to come on this trip. He didn't really have friends to hang out with and the redheaded girl was pretty cute. He didn't really know the guys all that well (one of them may have been named Nate or something like that). Dave was just ecstatic to finally have people to hang ou—RRIIIPP! Something had just been torn apart… oh god it was him! Sarah had finally reached her target and wasted no time digging her deceptively powerful arms right into Dave's chest. Bone splintered and flesh was rent as she tore deeper into his thoracic cavity. Dave laid there helpless, issuing only soft gurgling as he choked on his own blood. The teens could only sit petrified by the gruesome site as it lay before them half hoping they were having a nightmare, a nightmare they would all wake up from soon. Sarah hummed to herself as she went about her grisly work "hhhmmm…. Hmhmhm… hehehahaha, you should have picked a better spot to hide in. I found you right away." Once again in a voice that was soft and innocent like that of a child's yet her words were cruel and remorseless, a knife wrapped in silk.
Dave was almost certainly dead as Crulley picked him up and carried him off into the woods opposite to where the teens were hiding. As soon as the last of her twisted form disappeared into the darkness of the woods the teens ran. Dipper had never run so hard in his life, he ran until his lungs felt like they were no longer taking in air and his veins pumped liquid fire. Then he ran some more. Only when the group reached a clearing in the forest and they could be sure that no murderous ghosts had followed them did they rest. The effects of watching another human being torn apart had left its mark on the group. Wendy couldn't stop shaking, Robbie was babbling incoherently (a strange mix between apologies and survival plans), and Mabel couldn't stop crying. Dipper knew she would never be the same joyful girl he had come to love as his sister again, if she survived that is. While the group came to grips with their terrifying new reality two forgotten members of the original nine were toughly enjoying themselves.
Tambry and Nate had snuck off from the camp site and were completely unaware of the current situation. What had started as an innocent, inebriated walk in the woods with playful banter slowly escalated to making out and then intensified to something much more. Sweat cascaded down Tambry's body in the hot summer air as she rocked up and down driven by powerful, lusted instinct. She let out a soft moan as Nate, still a little drunk, fondled her breast while groping her backside. The lovers were in the process of shifting into a more relaxed position when Tambry noticed something. It was far away but it seemed to almost glow bright white set against the dark background of the forest. It was impossible to deny that something was there but it was too far away to make out. She only saw it for a second before it disappeared from view, obscured by trees and foliage. Too caught up in reaching that final release she paid the strange vision little mind and got back to the task at hand. A few minutes later both her and Nate were close to orgasm when Tambry looked up to see the illuminated figure again standing beside one of the many trees that had given the two much needed privacy. This time, however, it was closer than before, it starred at them watching their little show with rapture. Alien! Was the first thought to cross the social media obsessed teen's mind. The clouds moved away from the moon and in the pale light the figure took on a more human appearance. Tambry only had time to let out a soft *gasp* before the figure quickly darted behind cover once again. Now feeling more than a little creeped out, she tried to get Nate to notice the figure as well. "Hey*moan* Nate, stop for minute would ya. I think someone is watching us." Letting out an exasperated groan Nate did stop his movements for a second. "What do you mean babe, did you see someone." "Yeah" Tambry whispered "I think it one on those kids that Wendy brought with her. Hehehe, don't worry kid mommy and daddy are just hugging." At this both intoxicated teens burst out laughing after which they quickly got back to business. Nate laid Tambry on here back and began to pump into her when he looked up. Never in a million years had he expected to see the small, pale frame standing no more than a few feet away. It stared at him with unseeing eyes, the black caverns of her sockets burned into his very being. The mouth usually twisted into a wide smile now hung in a frown. The last thing they ever heard was "I found you."