Chapter Eleven
A little while later, back at the bar, it was raining again, pouring actually, and the parking lot was crowded with all sorts of vehicles, their owners not thinking of leaving just yet.
Inside, the bar was livelier than it had been a few hours before. Customers, regular or new, were crowding the bar area as all the tables and booths were swarmed by many. Some were couples, kissing each other softly and seeming to forget that anyone else was around, some were heavily involved in conversations, yet had to shout to each other because of the noise, and others were engrossed in playing drinking games with one another.
Still seated at the bar Ginny had changed her drink to a Coke, seeing as she'll be the one driving back to camp while Paul and Ted stuck with the alcoholic drinks. Preferably, anything that was high on vol. To Ginny's comfort Chantelle had joined her not too long ago, walking off the dance-floor and sat in the empty stool to Ginny's right, informing her that she was all 'danced out'.
"Do you girls wanna head back? I've gotta get some sleep," Paul asked, not sounding at all drunk to Ginny's surprise.
Both of the girls nodded. Ginny combed her fingers through her hair before stretching up, showing Paul that she felt the same way, "Yeah. I'm tired too."
Paul turned to Ted, who was about falling asleep right there at the counter, having consumed a lot more than Paul had, "Come on Teddy. Time to go and hit the hay. I need you refreshed for our big day tomorrow."
Ted, who opened his eyes vaguely, the trio seeing that they were clearly blood-shot, nodded hazily before trying to stand up but his drinking got the better of him, his legs giving out. Fortunately Paul was close enough to catch him in his arms before he hit the floor, wrapping one of Ted's arms around his shoulders and gradually heading for the door.
"See you later, Beth." Ginny said, waving to the bartender they'd gotten to know in just a few hours.
The bartender smiled, waved a hand before attending to the other customers, "Yeah, see ya Ginny. You drive safe now, ya hear? Sounds like the rain's not letting up!" She shouted over the sound of the music and the customer's requests for their drinks.
Pushing through the door Ginny and the others knew Beth wasn't kidding. It was pelting it down, the raindrops probably the size of golf-balls the way they sounded, splashing against the many cars and the ground. They were going to get drenched before they even reached the bottom of the small wooden steps so, with a nod of his head to the direction of Ginny's car, Paul led the girls, with Ted leaning against him, toward it.
Taking longer than it should've done to get to the car, seeing as Paul had to literally carry Ted along with him, he pulled out the keys from his pocket and unlocked the passenger side door. He opened it, shoved Ted in before closing the door again and giving the keys to Ginny, seeing as she was the one who'll be driving them back to the camp. Afterward he climbed into the back with Chantelle while Ginny climbed in the front, helping Ted buckle his seatbelt. When she looked across at the drunken youth, she could obviously see in his face that he was pale, bloodshot and heaving in short breaths, like he was going to be sick all over the interior of her car.
Buckling herself in, she had to risk it. Turning the ignition the engine coughed, spluttered, and could've died if it hadn't of fired up just then. Roaring in unison with the thunder outside, accompanied a few seconds later by a crack of lightning.
"Alright Ted, do you think you can hold it in until we're back at the camp? Because if you can't, I'm sticking your head out the window," Ginny joked, the others knowing full well that if Ted was going to vomit back up his drinks, they were 100% sure she was going to shove his head out the window.
Ted didn't answer, just nodded but not too quickly.
"Alright, everybody buckled in?"
Everyone else in the car nodded. Chantelle wrapped her coat a little tighter around herself, still feeling the cold of the rain even though Ginny had turned the heater on.
"Then let's go. Hopefully, by the time we get back to camp, everyone else will be asleep for us to move in quietly." She beamed, pulling the gear into first and driving out of the small parking area, the rain continuing to batter against her car, not realizing how wrong she was…
On his way back to the camp the killer, who'd left his machete behind because he'd used too much of his unnatural strength to embed his unfortunate victim with it into the trunk of the tree, was now waiting in the darkness for the others to arrive. He was going to have to take care of them. They were obviously doing things that his 'Mother' didn't approve of, and when she was like this, he never wanted to disappoint her.
Just then he heard the sounds of a car driving down the pebbled road that led to the small parking lot behind the lodge and knew it was them. Them, whose lives were in his hands and were not going to leave this camp alive for what they've done…
Pulling the car into 'park' once Ginny had drove into an empty space, she, Paul and Chantelle climbed out of the car and hurried to Ted's side. Once opening the door Ted's head poked out and automatically heaved, vomiting onto the ground near enough the trio's feet. Chantelle stepped back in disgust, even know she'd been in that situation countless times before, "Ewww! You could've puked on my new shoes, Teddy!" She practically squealed, jumping out of the way of the spray of sick, mostly made up of the alcohol he'd just drank. She'd nearly tripped over herself when her right foot stepped on a rather large rock. She managed to keep herself upright while Paul and Ginny helped Ted out of the passenger's side.
"Okay, Ted. I am now officially taking you off drinking until this course's over and done with. I need you focused, alert. I need you sober." Paul went on, with one of Ted's arm around his shoulders and the other around Ginny's, directing the drunken lad to his and Mark's cabin.
"Oh, leave him be Paul. Do you think he's gonna remember all that when he wakes up in the morning? Just tell him then," Ginny implied, Paul smirking and nodding his head, knowing that she was absolutely right.
They didn't seem to realize that Chantelle was still standing by the car, raising her hand up, "Hey guys! I'm just gonna head straight to bed! I'll see you in the morning!" She walked slowly down the way that Ginny and Paul were going with Ted before taking off down the small slope to the left, where the girl's cabins were situated.
"We'll see you in the morning, Chantelle! Goodnight!" Paul shouted into the silent night, Ginny saying "Goodnight" as well before they were soon splitting apart by the paths they were taking.
As she paced herself slowly to the furthest cabin nearest the lake that she shared with Sandra, her slick, black high-heels clicking against the stoned path, Chantelle could see from where she was that there was no lights on in the cabin, meaning to her that Sandra must be asleep.
Reaching the door Chantelle turned the doorknob ever so gently, not wanting to wake Sandra up and hear about how she and Jeff had got it on while the 'parents' weren't around. Not wanting to turn the lights on either, Chantelle used the light from the Moon seeping in through the window to make her way over to the joined-in bathroom, closing the door behind her. Once it was she tugged on the light that dangled in front of her, and started to strip off her clothes; pulling her black vest-top over her head; pulling her denim mini-skirt down her legs, as well as her black tights, and stepping out of her black high-heels, piling them up as she did.
In just her bra and panties Chantelle gathered her clothes in her arms and walked back out, feeling the sudden cold that had crept in when she'd walked in. Throwing her used clothes into the wash basket Chantelle ambled her way over to her bed, flicking the bedside lamp on, and opening up the third to last drawer of the bedside dresser, taking out a short-sleeved, thin cotton violet nightshirt she'd bought herself with the money she'd gotten from her 21st birthday last year. With it now on, her hands disappeared right underneath it, fiddled about for a second or two, and then reappeared, the bra that she was wearing now gripped in one of her palms. She also threw that into the wash basket. That was when she realized that, where Sandra was sleeping on the bed, head nearest the wall, there was a patch of discolouring on the white blanket where her abdomen would be.
Tip-toeing a little closer, so as not to wake her, Chantelle could see, thanks to the moonlight, that the patch of colour was brown and it still looked wet. Not being able to hold it back Chantelle whispered out to her, "Sandra? Sandra, are you okay under there?"
Persisting in tip-toeing closer she saw that Sandra's chest wasn't moving, as though she was breathing, and now that she looked at it, now that she was close enough to interpret, the patch of discolour looked a lot like the colour of…Blood?
"Sandra?" Chantelle replied, loud enough for anyone to hear if they were in the room. She reached out with her hand, shaking at the mere thought of what she might find underneath the covers. Gripping the edge tightly Chantelle took a deep breath, swallowed the lump in her throat and with one mighty jerk, she pulled back the blanket only to step back in horror, her hands straight over her mouth, her eyes widen with fear. Her abrupt scream seeming to echo throughout the cabin, sure to alert the others.
Lying down on the bed, as though someone had just dumped her on it, was Sandra's bare-naked body, covered in blood from the waist down, with some splattered across her chest, a gaping wound evident at the bottom of her slender stomach. Her ghostly pale eyes staring back at her, seeming to bore right into her very soul. Chantelle was lost for breath, gasping to get air into her lungs as she continued to stare at Sandra, not wanting to look away and secretly hoping that this was just a sick joke for being held back for wandering off with her boyfriend. Nevertheless Sandra didn't jump out at her. Nor did she start breathing. Sandra was stone-cold dead. Her skin now looking pale like a ghost against the moonlight, her lips an ashen blue. Chantelle knew then that she'd taken her last breath.
Now with the feeling in her legs Chantelle near enough flew herself at the door, grabbing the doorknob with both hands and swinging it open, only to gasp out in horror when a hulking figure dressed in dirty overalls with a white pillowcase over her head blocked her way out.
What the fuck? She immediately thought as she slammed the door in the guy's face, locking it afterward and pressing her back against it in an endeavour to keep it shut. A few seconds later she screamed out as the door began to bang, sounding like he was using something to batter it with. She didn't know what to do. The only reasonable way out was blocked by a psychopath so that left the bathroom window.
But can I fit through? She asked herself but couldn't dwell on it too long because whatever the guy was using to batter the door with was starting to come through.
Chantelle spun and backed away; able to see that it was an axe that he was using to hack the door with, her feet nearly falling over Sandra's bags as she treaded backward. Cranking her head back and forth, from the main door to the bathroom, Chantelle could see that he'd made a nice hole sufficient to fit his hand through and it was only seconds away until he was inside. Wasting no more time she spun on the balls of her feet, rushed in the direction of the bathroom and slammed the door behind her, bolting it up nice and tight. Her heart was pounding against her chest, her breaths hasty and short, her legs beginning to feel like jelly as he backed herself against the sink, just waiting for him to start attacking the door. A few quiet seconds later she heard the unlocking of the cabin door, thunderous footsteps bounding across the room, knowing exactly where she'd run into. Not wanting to wait for him to start taking down the door in front of her, Chantelle spun to stand in front of the window, her damp hair whipping against her face as she pulled at the handle to opening it upward.
Pulling the lid down on the toilet she used it as leverage to make it easier for her to climb through the window. By the width and height of it, Chantelle knew she'd be able to fit through but she suddenly slipped and let out a loud scream when her pursuer started hacking at the bathroom door. Grabbing onto the sides of the alcove which surrounded the window Chantelle managed to maintain her position between the toilet and the window, her right leg which rested on the lid starting to shake under her weight.
What the hell's going on? Has he killed the others? Has he already killed Paul, Ginny and Ted? All sorts of thoughts were passing through her mind as she used her arm strength to hold onto the windowpane so she could put her legs through the open window.
She was just about to slip through the window when she realized that the hacking had stopped. Risking a glance Chantelle cranked her head back around to noticed that there was several holes in the wooden door but no psycho.
Oh shit! Her mind exclaimed as she quickly slipped out the window, grasping the fact that he could be round there any second and she wouldn't have the opportunity to escape. Landing on the damp, sludgy mud on all fours she unluckily didn't have the chance to even move when a powerful foot stepped onto her back, pinning her to the ground. She immediately felt the cold mud caking to her night shirt, her face.
"Nnnooo! Please! God, no!" She pleaded, trying to push herself up and away from his grip, but to no avail.
The hulking figure revealed the axe behind his back, raising it up in the air to give him the needed force to do what needed to be done. Chantelle didn't even have a chance to scream as the axe sliced the air vertically and hacked into the back of her neck, decapitating her completely in just one, powerful swipe. Her head rolled down the small mound as blood leached rapidly out of her open neck. When he picked it up by her hair, he saw that her mouth was wide open, when she tried to scream, a line of blood dribbling out of it, down her chin. Her eyes were pure white, the irises at the back of her head.
One down, three to go. Then Mother will be pleased. He subsequently heaved her headless body off the ground and onto her shoulder before disappearing into the woods to settle her with the others…