February 13th, On a Friday. I’m a camp counselor so I think we both know where this goes. Luckily I survived that night, as for the others… they weren’t so lucky. Truth be told I’m traumatized and I don’t really feel comfortable saying the whole thing so I’ll keep this “nice and short”. The program had been over so us staff were just sitting at the campfire celebrating how our duties were finally over and we could do whatever we wanted; yeah, camp in February sounds impossible but it’s a thing. Anyway, we were chilling at the campfire and there were about three other individuals with me (Kendrick, Jayla, and Rayshawn) literally nothing too exciting happened. No marshmallows, no songs. We were honestly just talking about life as 17 years olds and what’s in store for us after we finish college, do we have any goals? Were we too old to reach them? All of these thoughts were racing through our minds at the same time; it’s like we telepathically knew through the shooting stars in the sky. Like we were all one. But then the twinkles went away just the moon was there to stay, the only problem was… the moon looked a bit sinister. Like some wolf was supposed to howl at it or something; as the fog surrounded it we decided that it was the perfect time to get some beauty sleep. “I don’t know about you guys but I’m tryna go to bed, it looks mad sketchy around here” Rayshawn nervously says but tries to laugh it off. I said that I agree, but you always have that one annoying ass friend that ALWAYS has something to say! Maybe if we all went to sleep like we were SUPPOSED to then maybe they wouldn’t have died. *Achem* anyway, of course, Kendrick wanted to play like he ain’t scared of nothing. As soon as that boy opened up his stupid mouth we heard this loud sound, it sounded like somebody was slashing tires! We all shrieked like children… Jayla immediately ran into the house and got a gun, Rayshawn (like a dumbass) tried to out the fire “so this anonymous person couldn’t see us” we all quickly scurried to the house Jayla was in, it was right next to the campfire. Lights out. The moonlight dims on us through the dusty, fragile windows… I wanted to disappear with it. We all did at that moment. The stairs were creaky so I’m sure the killer heard all of us hustle upstairs into the biggest room in the house: the pantry. It sounds stupid but then again I’m pretty sure the food pantry isn’t the first place your average killer would check for fresh bodies. Jayda, Rayshawn, Kendrick, and I were all shivering in our boots at this point… next thing you know we hear glass shatter. Assuming it was the window, we all gave each other moonlit confused faces; Rayshawn’s face looked so good in the moonlight I could actually forget the loud, arrogant person he was for once and replace those thoughts with pure innocence, the frosty blue light made me want to forget. Jayla had the gun on go
just waiting for the right time to pop off like fireworks on July… but not on the 4th. That’s the thing about Jayla, I like her because when push comes to shove she’s not one to stand still. She’s all about that action. Anyway back to the point, WHY wouldn’t the killer just open the door or something? Maybe they thought that we were waiting at the door to jump them (damn) that would’ve been a good idea! But unfortunately, it’s too late for that now. The aggressive wind starts to flow its way Into our hiding spot but we didn’t care, that was fuel pumping adrenaline into our warmer blood. Debating if we should switch places or if I should call the police, why didn’t I just tell them my plans? Maybe then everything would’ve gone as planned… Maybe I wouldn’t have- anyway, fast-forward 30 minutes later somebody needs to use the bathroom and the darkness was everyone’s best friend. It was either they held it until who knows when, or they peed in the pantry because who was really taking a chance on going outside of the room when the killer could either hear you or be right there? So mother nature took its course and the pantry now smelled rank it was expected anyway, if you hold in urine for long enough then that is the outcome. I don’t know if the killer smelled it or something but we suddenly heard footsteps getting more close each second, I panicked. I turned on my phone flashlight and THAT’S what gave us away… I meant to swipe up my lock screen and call the police but my hands were shaking like it was going out of style. One thing led to another and the door swung open so fast everything flashed before my eyes; I’ve never seen so many things pop off at the same time. The gun, the machete, my phone flashlight now covered with blood, and my ears were filled with screams. Tears gushed out, throat was drier than Kendrick’s eyes. Dead. he died of shock, Rayshawn got slashed in the mix of this masked killer; and poor Jayla, never got to tell her how I felt… she also died in the middle of everything. A shotgun is a very powerful weapon so as soon as she shot that powerful shell, she went out, she cocked back with everything literally going out with a bang. It was just me now… of course, a shell straight to the gut up close like that would take anyone out. Oh if you could’ve heard my screams, imagine having all of your friends dying in front of you in an instant without actually being able to process it; I turned on the light to see if I could sense ANY form, sign, movement of life, SOMETHING. I was desperate at this point, the flickering light shows the busted fresh hole of blood in the mystery man with the hockey mask. I couldn’t bring myself to unmask that. I let you guys do that for me… that’s why we’re all here right? I’ve said everything . there. Yes, as I told you before I’m obviously still damaged from my experience... Who wouldn’t be? And how long do I have to stay in this police station for? I need to restock on my prescriptions now, I feel a little funny… Don’t tell me how to feel either! DID YOU HAVE YOUR FRIENDS DIE RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU? WERE YOU THE REASON WHY? Leave me alone.
