Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26437574-20171106045117

This is my first attempt at writing after a few years, I have finally discovered what a wall o text is, and I finally figured out proper grammar(I hope)

So here it is. The camp Jasenburg slaughter, revised edition.

20 years ago, I went on a field trip with my school, I honestly didn’t think people still did those things outside of elementary school, but I guess it was a special occasion. We were going to a small camp called camp Jasenburg, at first it seemed like a great place, they promised a luxury bus on the way there, and, great food. Also some some of “tree trekking” as they called it. It was a free 3 days off school, so everyone in the class signed up. The real problems began a week later, the day we were scheduled to leave for the trip. I wish we had believed the note we found, but the stupid kids we were, of course we didn’t.

The Bus pulled up at around 7:30AM, it looked pretty dirty on the outside, but me and my best friend Adrian chalked it up to the us getting dirty on the way here. But once we got inside the bus, we all started to regret signing up for the trip. The bus was old, with torn seats, the AC smelled like rotting milk, and the lights were barley functional. Me and Adrian watched a few movies in our phones during he drive when we saw a small piece of paper hidden inside one of the ripped seats. It was a note, it gave a very serious warning, that I should have believed. Whoever wrote it didn’t use proper grammar, probably due to their dire situation. I’ll type it here just as it was written, grammar problems and all.

“If anyone is unfortunate enough to be on this bus I have a warning. There is something in the camp. I don’t have much time so I can’t describe it, I can hear it, it knows where I am, don’t come to camp jasen…..”

The rest of the note was covered in what appeared to be dry blood. We tried to show it to the bus driver, I have no idea why, he had a look on his face words can’t describe, then he pulled over, took he note and threw it into a lake.

Overall the rest of the drive wasn’t so bad, but when we arrived my fears were confirmed. The camp was just as run down as the bus, the camp counsellor showed up to greet us, he was actually a pretty young guy, probably in his early thirties.

“Hello welcome to camp Jasenburg, today for lunch we are serving our famous jasonburger!”

Now I won’t lie to you and say that I saw a creature in the woods. Or that I heard a noise when I was alone, no, the day was perfectly normal, yes the attractions were run down, and the tree trekking defiantly shouldn’t have passed it’s last safety test. But nothing supernatural really, until we went to the cabins to sleep. You see, the cabin was a group cabin separated in two parts, no the girls and the boys didn’t sleep together, we sleep in different parts.

First, I would like to explain that the reason it didn’t know I was awake or why it tried to kill me was because it turns out the gemstone my grandfather gave me before she died was actually enchanted with some sort of protection from darkness thing, that’s what she said at least, I could always feel something radiating within it, but I never paid much attention. I’m so glad I kept it on me though. But you don’t want backstory, you want to see what the hell happened, plus I’ve given more than enough. I woke up to see my classmate frank staring at his window, I could also see something standing at his window, scratching at it with nails that no human could ever have, it’s face looked not decaying, but grey and very shrivelled up. Frank being the guy that he was shouted to it “What do you want grandma? Get away form my window before I shove shoe nails up your ass!” Obviously he didn’t understand that as a bad idea. Of course the thing didn’t go away, so Frank did the only thing he knew how to, go start a fight. I was curious and I could see right through his window so I looked the creature in the eyes, it didn’t seem to notice me though, like I was invisible to it.

Despite my better judgement I looked outside again and realized Frank was actually acting on his threats. I saw Frank walking up the creature, now facing him instead of inside. It was just so, violent, but I was compelled to watch. Frank yelled something but I couldn’t hear before the creature charged at him. Frank tried to block the creatures claws, not anticipating how stupid that was, but even I want expected what happened next, his arm almost came off, held on by a few muscles, or veins. I couldn’t quite see well enough to discern, and let’s just say biology wasn’t my best subject. After his arm came off and he fell to the ground. The creature tore off all his limbs in a way I won’t describe so you can keep your lunches in your stomach in similar fashion and then impaled him with his bones. I didn’t get any sleep.

Night 2:

Franks body was never found, the creature did an amazing job of cleaning up, we were all kept I quarantine inside our cabin, with our teachers too. Needless to say, an uneventful day. But once again, the darkness of night brought that to an end.

This time, Anne, the one everyone had a crush on was the victim. I saw it again once more invisible to it. It was once again scratching on her window, but she played it smart and pretended to be asleep. Sadly it didn’t work. The creature shouted to her, its voice ringing across the room.

“Oh Anne, come outside, I know your awake, I just want to play a fun little game!”

Anne stayed put, but the creature broke through the windows and pulled her out, the next part is also very violent so if you often want to see terribly violent murder I’d skip this part

The creature made an upside down cross out of a few dead trees and put her on it upside down, only kept in place by rusty knives it procured out of no where. First, it cut off her hair and turned it into some sorta of hair rope, it used this to choke her. Then it used its nails and cut her clean in half, before running away at inhuman speed. Something forced me to sleep, but I did. If course when we woke up the windows was intact and there was no evidence that something had happened. Besides Anne being gone of course. Some tried to call the police but all phones lines were down, and h nearest station was hours away, through the wilderness, with no cars.

Day 3: AKA slaughter night.

We were able to leave the cabins due to the possibility that there might be some chemical in the cabins, by now I was too traumatized to tell anyone. We are more of the slop they called food and we did some activities, of course everyone was silent. Some kids looked around the forests and found nothing. And the cabins were found to be “safe”. Upon our return at around 10PM my friend Adrian, realized he had a data signal, not enough to call for help though. We huddled away from the window, because I asked him too and we looked up the history of camp Jasenburg, we found one article. Named “jasenburg haunted, or worse?”

The article went into detail about how some lady was ordered by her husband in her wedding day, the place used to be a motel before it was a camp. And where our cabin was located, was right where she was killed, and according to the stories, she sued to pick off campers like us in the 1970s, but went silent for years and the cops chalked it up to a serial killer, they arrested some random guy and called it a day.

After that night we heard a banging on the door, everyone woke up, he teachers rushed in form the other room, before one student, I didn’t know his name, was dragged outside and murdered, this time, a lot more mercifully than the other two, lucky guy I guess. Then he creature threw him through the window and jumped in helpful the hole. All he doors were locked and the creatures was on a rampage, I still remember the look on professor smiths face before the creature chopped his head off.

Me and Adrian were the last ones, it was finally able to see me, and if charged at me and Adrian. First, it just stabbed Adrian with its nails and left him to bleed. Then it charged at me, it swiped at me, and I was injured badly, but I could survive if only this thing went away.

I thought I was down for, hell I would have been done for. If not for my grandpa, right when the creature was about to slash my head off, grandpas sprit came out of the gemstone and shielded me, he ten punched the creature so hard it moved back 5 paces, they began to fight the creature had my grandpa nailed but it couldn’t hurt him despite its slashing. It seems his will to save me was able to overcome the creatures sheer evil. After a while. My grandpa, asked for my gemstone. I have it to him. What he did next as unbelievable, he shoved it into the creatures eye. Then he funnels himself into the Stone. From within, he liked the creature and its body turned to dust before benign blown away.

We got to talk for a bit, and when I asked him why he came back to save me he simply replied.

“When you were 6 I promised to protect our form the monsters of the night, and I meant it.”

He told me I’d live and that he’d always be with me to protect me fro my he evils of the afterlife. And that the reason I survived so long without being attacked by anything else I’ve seen is because they never could see me in the first place, thanks to him.

A few hours later the police finally arrived, whatever was blocking the phone lines was gone and the counsellors called 911. They let me go after realizing I wasn’t guilty, like beige they arrested some random guy and called it a day, but this time it was really over.

So if there’s anything you can learn from this. If your ever being attacked by a supernatural entity, a keepsake from a loved one will give you he ability to call them to pretext like, and they will always win, because their sheer will to protect you can overpower even the darkest of evils. 