Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25891880-20150121210034

"Radio Music" We loved to go camping during the summer and fall. Unlike other kids, it was my favorite thing to do, especially with my dad. It was six years ago, when we bought our first trailer.

I wasn't that interested in camping much, but that was until my dad and I went on our first camping trip with our new trailer. I was about ten years old at the time. When we got to the campground, we were astonished. The campground was large and beautiful, with trailers everywhere. We had lots of fun; we went fishing, made a fire and cooked marshmellows on them. They had a large pool, and even a lake to swim in. I don't think I've ever had so much fun as a kid back then. After that camping trip, we went to a lot more of them every year, but not until two years ago. It was two years ago. Summer had finally come, and I was excited to go camping. My dad had actually booked a campground, a pretty cheap one. It was out of our state of Maine, and in Pennsylvania. It didn't look as cool as our first camping trip, but I was fine with it. I was thrilled that we got to go camping again. We got in the car first thing on Friday morning, and drove off. It was quite a long ride, but we eventually got there. The campground looked pretty old, and we knew we were there when we found the old sign with the name of the campground. The campground did indeed look old and a little decaying, but it still had a sense of coziness in it, so I gave it a try. The nature did make up for other views of the campground. There was only one swimming pool, and only one lake. Despite what I've seen so far, I was quite surprised to see that our campsite looked pretty nice. It had a rusted old iron ring for the campfire, and plenty of space. I wanted to go back and take a walk back to the pool and lake, but it was too dark out. It was getting pretty late, I thought, and I was pretty tired. I yawned as I went up and snuggled into my bed in the trailer. It was so comfortable that I fell asleep instantly. The campground being old didn't really creep me out, though. This is when it all started... I was awoken. I heard a noise, a loud noise. It sounded like it came from a radio. "Music", I thought to myself. It was getting really loud, and I could not cover my ears either. When I looked outside the window, I could see nothing. I went to go get my dad, but when I told him, the music stopped. He, of course, said he didn't hear anything. The fact that the music stopped when I got my dad was kind of weird, but at least I could go back to sleep. The music once again played, and loudly, and woke me up. This happened every night, and it being the same song frightened me. I tried to ignore it, but I... Just couldn't. This is when I thought enough was enough. My dad obviously couldn't go out in the cold to find out who was playing the music, but I was. I went outside the trailer quietly, trying not to wake my dad. It was unusually cold that night, but I could get through it. I peered around the site, trying to find where it all had been coming from. Nothing. No lights out, no noise, except for the radio noises. But there was one thing I noticed, something that hadn't been there when I looked out the window when I usually heard the noises... A read light. It was deep into the woods.The radio noises became clear to me, and I could finally see that it was coming from the red light. So, as planned, I decided to follow the light, hoping to give these people a piece of my mind. I went into the woods, the dark and creepy woods. There were branches everywhere, so it was hard for me to get around. There were mud puddles everywhere. Before I decided to go back, I finally got to the light. The light was shining above the garage of an old cabin. The cabin was creepier than the sights of the old campground I had left. It was covered in moss, and it was wet. But I went to the other side of the cabin, where I heard the radio music. I found a window as soon as I got to the other side. The reason I was immediately frightened was because the man I saw inside the window wasn't just some old man living in a cabin, he had a lab coat on, smeared with blood. His face was covered in oil and blood together. I saw the radio next to him, playing piano music, along with knives and hammers covered in blood. I covered my mouth with my hands, so frightened that I was filled with regret of coming here. I had no idea what he was doing there, and I didn't want to know. I could not bear it any longer. As I made my plan to escape this agony and get back to the trailer, I saw the man turn his face to me. He was looking at me, staring into my eyes. I was filled with a great terror as I saw that his eyes were not white, but black. The pupils in his eyes were red. He scared me so much that I couldn't move. This happened for a long two minutes, before he slowly smiled at me... But, that's all I could remember that night, because I probably fainted. Sometimes I think I was dreaming, but right now I don't know what to believe. I woke up in my bed in the morning. Many thoughts had circled my head, like, how did I get back at the trailer? How did this happen, and why? This is the only reason I didn't tell any one about what I had saw. I was relieved that it was over when we got home. But that's what I thought. The man I saw that night did not leave my mind, or my house. He followed me everywhere I went; he appeared in my yard, outside the window at school, and everywhere else. I saw myself getting into a deep depression, and I was getting unhealthy. I couldn't even sleep at night. He just stood there, unmoving, staring at me; he had the radio in his hand, playing music, but it was something different. Sad music. Let this be a lesson to you; if you ever hear music coming from a radio and it keeps you up at night, ignore it. Don't follow the music, I beg of you. Because if you see him, he will drive you insane. But the scariest part is... I still don't know if it's real or not. 