camp horror

 

and it felt like months since the boys

had last been together

John Smith and his friends had known

each other since kindergarten had grown

up together in the same small town on

the outskirts of the city

you know which city I'm on about this

dreadful incident was covered by every

news station across the state and you've

certainly read about it almost too bit

scary BS sites the way those poor boys

were found ever since the boys became

teenagers John was determined to get the

group together for one camping trip a

summer growing up in an abusive home

with no brothers his three friends were

his chosen family truth be told without

John the trip probably would never

happen and the boys would naturally grow

apart over summer that's what he feared

being alone and he couldn't stand the

thought of it so camping is what they

promised to do to stay close as the Sun

began to set John Eric Neil and Ray

packed up their gear and Neil's dad's

beat-up pickup truck that he'd borrowed

for the trip and sent off on the road

Eric and John sat up front with Neil

driving while ray chose to ride alone in

the bed of the truck with supplies being

the only smoker the group ray was always

relegated to the furthest point from the

group he didn't mind though out of the

group ray was always the quieter one

often the butt of the jokes but gave as

good as he got

growing up the boys loved to watch

horror films and play scary games now

they were older they chose to visit

abandoned buildings caves and forests

instead of sitting around to get their

jumps this camping trip was not going to

be any different John had found a forest

that had multiple sightings sightings of

many local folklore spirits and demons

but the one that stood out for him was

the one most horror fans had heard of

Slenderman

the guy's had a thing for the story of

Slenderman John had a few plans in mind

for the trip to once they got their

scares that would bind the group

together forever they got to camp as the

Sun was setting the bushes were thick

and the trees were tall almost blocking

out any light the setting was perfect

they set up camp quickly and in no time

had the campfire going and a few drinks

cracked open their laughter rang out

throughout the forest from the shadows

the wildlife watched them cautiously

that first night when is they all upped

they settled by midnight and retreated

to their tents

when morning came

they each awoke blurry-eyed and a little

worse for wear but they pushed on with

the day fishing climbing and general

horseplay was the course of the day and

as the Sun began to set they returned to

camp for what was to be an eventful

night the flames from the campfire

looked at the night sky empty cans

strewn across the camp floor John

suggested tonight they should do

something a little different something

they hadn't done since they were little

tonight they were gonna tell scary

stories Neel started them off with the

tale about a wolf that roamed the very

woods they stopped in his tail took them

through horrifying camp mauling after

camp mauling until he was speaking in

almost a whisper at a fevered rate

without warning he pounced on Ray

sending him crashing to the floor the

other three fell about laughing soon

followed by Ray this is what camping was

all about the laughs next up was Erik

Erik was a natural storyteller pacing

around the campfire as he spoke he spun

a tale about the ghost of White Mary

White Mary was a well-known ghost story

around their town she met her fate at

the hands of an angry lover when she

refused his advances while out walking

the forest one night legend has it that

she selects a new mate once a year and

takes him as their own condemning him to

roam the forest in search of a love

never found slit from ear to ear the

same way Mary was found Eric's story

sent the camp's silent the sign of a

story well told up next was Ray ray told

the story of Charlie Charlie was a boy

that went missing a few years ago his

body was never found but there have been

several sightings of him beckoning

people to follow him into the dark as

someone needs help yet when people go to

help no one is there including Charlie

when ray finished John stood drink in

hand I have a special story to tell you

tonight he began an old favorite of ours

when I'm sure you're all ever so

familiar with he continued John looked

around the fire at three boys all eyes

fixed on him as he spoke tonight I have

an update on our old friend Slenderman

the three friends looked at each other

with weary smiles as John spoke you see

ever since we were young

we've joked and played on each other's

fears that Slenderman lived right here

in this very forest we used to grab our

sticks and search through the

undergrowth during those long summer

days looking for evidence with little to

no luck

well we're older now and with age comes

persistence as you all know I've been

working most weekends missing our usual

trips to the arcade but what you didn't

know is I've only been working Saturdays

and not Sundays as I led you to believe

his voice trailed office the three boys

edged closer in their seats puzzled

looks on their faces before anyone could

speak John continued I carried on our

search relentlessly every weekend and

search until that one fateful weekend I

traveled too far into the forest

I had no chance to get out before dark

so I began to run with the lack of light

to God my way I fell not too far from

here and hit my head on something hidden

in the dirt knocking me out cold

you

when I woke I came face-to-face with a

decomposing body I couldn't be sure who

it was but it's been there a while and

then he emerged as John's sentence

trailed off the group's concentration

was broken by the sound of twigs

snapping just outside the campsite all

three friends shot glances at where the

noise came from John remained motionless

staring at the boys Erick without taking

his eyes off the treeline tapped array

assuring him to go check it out

hesitantly ray got to his feet and edge

towards the edge of camp constantly

looking behind himself back at his

friends as he slipped into the darkness

the boys strained to maintain a visual

on their friend simultaneously Erick and

Neal stood as they were about to step

closer

just on the fringe of the shadows a dark

figure rose much taller than any of the

boys much taller than any normal man

should be his outline was sleek a thin

man with no hair and impossibly long

arms that disappeared into the dark that

surrounded Hisle ever have

he raised his left arm in his grasp was

a limp figure he flung the shrouded

figure forward into the light race

lifeless body hit the floor and rolled

to a stop before Eric and Neil's feet

he's here John muttered Eric turned and

ran pushing neil aside he ran to the far

side of the camp just beyond the tents

and down the dirt path into the dark in

no time at all the dark figure was now

in front of him blocking the path

stomping Eric as he stepped forward into

the moonlight cast down through the

trees Eric could see it was indeed him

Slender Man towering over Eric he raised

both his arms out to Eric his pale white

fingers wrapping around Eric's arms

although he had a detail of face somehow

Eric knew he was practically staring

into his soul his blood ran cold as his

life slipped away the last thing he saw

was Neil standing in the clearing face

frozen in fear as he watched his friends

life fade from his eyes Neil after

seeing Eric's demise turned heel and ran

towards his dad's pickup truck as he

crossed the camp he glanced at John

still stood in place a sly smile across

his face

Neil reached his trunk and slammed the

keys in the lock

jumping inside the keys in the ignition

before he'd even settled in his seat

without looking back

Neil tore down the dirt road in his

dad's truck as he sped further away he

looked in the rearview mirror

staring back at em was a pale white

blank face before he could let out a

scream and possibly long tendril like

fingers smashed through the back window

and around his throat from where John

still stood he heard Neil's truck

collided with a tree eventually the

forest fell silent

John returned to town the next morning

alerted the police as three friends were

missing and claimed the whole weekend

was a blank it soon emerged that the

three boys had met a gruesome fate with

no evidence of what caused any of it

naturally all fingers pointed to John

who continued to claim his innocence

with no other leads the small town

pinned it all on John

to this day he remains behind bars

claiming not to know what happened to

his friends it's a shame really

you're probably wondering how I know

this story if John claims to not

remember the weekend well as I mentioned

this was a local tale so I decided to do

a bit of digging myself want to know

what I found