Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25931653-20141228025325

 A few years ago I had gone to a campground with my family over summer break, no big deal just us and the lake and incessant racket of the party going on in the pavilion. I am the only person in my immediate family under the age of 18 so everyone, except me, was at the party. I decided I might as well try to make best of an awful situation. Pulling out my Nintendo DS and my Ipod I heard a knock at the door of my camper. On the other side of the screen door was a kid about my age, a bit taller than myself and discouraged for some reason. As it turns out my grandfather had talked over a couple of beers with his father; when I came up in the conversation the kid's dad thought it would be a great idea to get his son out of their camper and send him my way. Evidently it wasn't the excruciating experience he was anticipating as we got along well. We spent an hour or two on the XBOX, shared jokes, and passed time. Then he got this idea that we should check out a path that leads through woods near the back of the campground. After following the path for a while we decided to stop by a large rock that stood off to the side of the trail. He climbed the rock first then I followed, it wasn't until he had to "go" that we noticed an extension of the path; the boulder was a barricade but why? We hesitantly took the route seemingly through miles of forest. This new path lead us to an old, ominous estate that hadn't been lived in for some time. We were both curious and made the idiotic decision to explore the house which was actually fun at first but then at around eleven thirty four the house's demeanor seemed to change. I remember the exact time because that is when our phones and watches died. The creaking of the age old manor seemed to be louder, voices seemed to carry on the wind when it blew through the holes, and the shadows were closing in on us. Something wanted us and was enveloping us. My friend and I gravitated toward the center of the foyer. I took out my matches and tried to light one; I managed to create a brief flame which allowed me to get a good enough look at the presence that threatened us. A dark, long, skeletal face loomed a foot away from mine. Two dark red orbs filled its eye sockets then it slipped into the darkness. I tried to muster words but I was too afraid to speak. Instead I listened intently and discovered that the creaks in the house weren't caused by "settling" but by this nightmarish entity that had been stalking us since we entered the estate. My hand left my side to grab my partner's shoulder but failed to make contact with anything but a cold rush of air. Moments later I heard a quick, muffled grunt followed by cracking and what was ultimately liquid hitting the ground. At this point I was tearing up, unable to control my breathing; I was hyperventilating and couldn't stop. The darkness slowly crept in and just when I thought this thing was going to get me as well I heard my father's voice, "Brady, Brady you need to come open the door." Ecstatic my feet began taking me to the door but then stopped, "How dare you," I felt like I had become the embodiment of rage itself, "how dare you steal my dad's voice!" Without thinking I lit a match and set it on the floor. I repeated this until the dry wood began to smolder then ignite. I was going to bring this otherworldly thing down with me if need be. It sensed my hope growing then extinguished the warmth. The only thing I had left to hang on to and it stole it from me. Every once in a while the entity would get close to me then scurry off, this continued through the night. The morning light started to break through the cracks in the walls and I could see what was left of the kid who kept me company at the noisy, comfortable, safe campground. I stared at his torn-open chest cavity, then at the head that still bore his spine, finally the severed arm that was clutching a trinket of great sentimental value to him. When there was enough light to see to the door I didn't hesitate to make a break for it. It was then that the darkness of night washed back over. A tsunami of fear rippled through me. I had been deceived; tricked into thinking I was safe. I couldn't stop my feet in time and just as I reached the exit pain took over my abdomen. The entity penetrated my midsection with its claws. I could smell the things breath. Brimstone and rotting meat filled my nostrils as I black out.  