The Campout

By: Matthew Humphreys

 

      Lying on the ground after tripping over a large log, I was scrambling to get up. There was a maniac on the loose trying to kill us. He wouldn't leave us alone, and everyone was more than a little freaked out. He has been chasing us for what has seemed like a long time, and every second he drew closer and closer. Finally, I was up off the ground and running for my life. After a while we came upon an old abandon house and it looked as if it had been there for centuries.

 

    We had two choices to make before the maniac would catch us; either keep running through the woods to lose him, or to run into the house and try to hide from him. We decided to make a run for the house because we thought that it would be much safer. Once there, we realized that we had lost one of our friends somewhere in the woods. We looked around to see if he had beaten us to the house  but he was know where to be found. Suddenly we heard a loud "Bang." Everybody jumped. Then it happened again, but this time it was a lot louder and it seemed like it was coming from the back door. We walked over to the door and listened. Finally, for a third time we heard it again. The door suddenly swung open and in came my friend that we had lost. He was very happy to see that we were okay, but he knew the maniac was onto us. He then told us that the maniac had visited our camp and had done some horrible damage.

 

    We then locked the door and sat down on the old creaky floor. The house was a mess. It looked as though no one had lived here for many years. The doors were extremely hard to open. Most of the windows were broken. There was a set of stairs that led up to the second story of the house, but the stairs didn't look safe to go up. We then found a door right in back of us and it looked as though it went to the basement. We all made it down safe and it was very creepy down here. The room had a disgusting aroma to it. It was as if someone or something had died down here and was left for a long time before it was taken out. We really couldn't see what the room looked like because there was only one dim light on and we had to turn on one of our flashlights. Unfortunately, we only had one flashlight because I had dropped mine when I tripped over that log.

 

    We then found a tunnel that led from the house to the woods. That's when we decided that the tunnel would be our escape route. We didn't want to leave now because we had no clue where the maniac was and we didn't want to take any chances of going out there with him just waiting for us. We made our way to the main floor of the house when we heard glass shattering. "It's the maniac, and he's coming in from one of the windows," screamed one of my friends.

 

    Then a quivering voice said, "I know that you are in here." Everybody was about to scream. We all began to go to the basement door and someone told us that the door was jammed. By that time the maniac was coming down the stairs, so we began to ram the door so that we could get a way from him. After two attempts we were about to give up and make a run for the back door, but something told us to try it one more time.

 

    We rammed that door as hard as we could and it broke off the wall. As we made our way down the stairs I looked behind me; the maniac was right behind us. As we entered the tunnel I heard a blood shattering scream coming from one of my friends. I looked back and saw that he was gone. I then stopped, turned around, and told the person in back of me to come help my friend. As we entered the basement I saw my friend and the maniac who was choking him to death. That's when I saw his face; it wasn't a normal one. His face had been cut open and there were stitches in his face that were never taken out. His skin and his clothes looked like he had walked through a shredder. It was horrible.

 

    Eventually, we freed my friend but it wasn't easy. The maniac was putting up a fight when I picked up a metal rod and swung it at him. Unfortunately when I went to hit him I nailed my friend and shattered his arm. The maniac had barley touched me, but my friend got it the worst. He had almost been choked to death and he had a broken left arm. After reaching the end of the tunnel we ran for camp yelling and screaming for someone to help us. We finally made it to camp, but there was nothing left. Our tents had been ripped up and thrown up into the trees and some into the fire. All of our stuff was in the car and the car had been crashed between two trees. The worst thing about this was that we couldn't find our parents. Then we saw something that almost made us sick, and that was that our parents were laying in a bush, cut up and not breathing. Unfortunately, we were to late and they had lost most of their blood so they couldn't be saved. There was silence for a couple of seconds and then we heard something coming through the bushes; it was the maniac. We could do nothing to do at that point, so we ran.

 

    We ran for what seemed like miles and made it to a gas station. Luckily, the gas station had a phone and we called the police and told them what had happened and that we were in great danger. They told us that they would be here any minute. After waiting for about ten minutes they made it and took all of us to the hospital. The ride to the hospital was very weird because none of us had been in an ambulance before. Finally, after making it to the hospital, three of us were rushed into the emergency room and the others were left to be questioned.