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Saturday, April 21, 2012
and her friends, Neil, Amy and Nathan, were all sitting around the
camp fire telling ghostly stories, attempting to scare the bejesus
out of one another.
had just finished his story of the a creepy, skinned ghost that only
appeared to warn men of an adulterous woman.
way is that true,” Nathan retorted, taking a swig from the bottle
of scotch he held in his hand. He wrapped his arm around Amy,
pulling her close.
swear it is,” Neil insisted, glancing over the flickering flames at
Jennifer. “My dad's friend's brother said he saw it. And when he
did some investigating, it turned out that the woman was indeed
right.” Nathan took another drink. “You notice how it never
happens to someone that you know first hand. It's always someone
else's brother's best friend or something like that. That's why
they're stories. They're not real.”
held his hand up as though he were a boy scout. “I'm telling you
guys that it really happened.”
waved her hand in disbelief. “Sorry, love, I have to agree with
Nathan on this one. There is no way that's true.”
stared at Jennifer. “Please tell me that you believe me?” he
smile. “I do. But not all stories are about someone's brothers
best friend. I have one that happened to Lara Thompson who lives on
Thompson? Was she the chick that was suspended from school after
having a psychotic break down last year and now lives in a room with
white padded walls?”
licked her lips, scooting forward on the old tree log. “Lara use
to come camping out here a lot. She loved nature and always found
inspiration for her stories and poetry.
she came out here the last weekend of Summer vacation. She camped
out in this exact spot. She loved it. But this weekend was
different. There was that Summer storm that destroyed Main Street.
shivered in her tent, wishing she hadn't have come out. That's when
a tree branch cracked from a bolt of lightning and fell on top of her
tent. Lara screamed as the log crashed down onto her leg, breaking
in pain, Lara screamed for help. She must have screamed for hours
before someone came along to help her.
was a creepy man, unshaven, dishevelled. He was like one of those
crazy people in horror movies that always tell the characters not to
go somewhere. He picked her up, draping her over his shoulder, he
carried her to his shack.
bandaged her leg, using an old gardening stake as a splint. He made
sure she was comfortable, even fetching her some soup from his stove.
But there was something about him that Lara didn't trust. Maybe it
was because he hadn't bathed in a month, or that his hair was more
screwy than Mrs. Blaine when had that perm done.
she was eating, Lara keep one eye on him at all times.
hobo had a radio that he turned on while he ate. A news report
flashed on that there was an armed man on the run from police.
Apparently he had escaped police custody as he was being transported
from the station house to the sanatorium in Orange Grove.
listened to the report as the announcer said that the man was not to
be approached because he was considered dangerous. Lara kept her eye
on the man, wondering if this was the man they were talking about.
eyes lingered around the room and that's when she saw it. A gun. It
was sitting on the table, near the front door. And from where Lara
was, it looked like a cop gun.
report continued stating the the prisoner had shot two officers that
were transporting him before taking off into the woods near Eerie
was feeling very afraid by this point, especially considering that
the hobo was now looking at her with a strange expression his face.
report continued, warning people that the man on the run was missing
his right hand and that there was a metal hook in it's place.
looked at the man's hands. Her eyes grew wide with panic when she
saw that there was no right hand.
upright, Lara screamed as she put pressure on her broken leg. But
through the pain, she lunged for the gun, gripping the trigger she
squeezed and BANG. The man dropped to the ground, blood pouring from
police found her the next day, she was delirious, claiming she had
shot the man responsible for the shooting of two officers. The
police stared at the body of the hobo. One of them pulled his sleeve
up to reveal that he in fact had his right hand.
arrested Lara for shooting and killing an unarmed man. The man they
were looking for was never found, although police still think he's
hiding out in these woods.”
others fell silent. An owl hooted, breaking the silence.
do you know that?” Neil asked.
smiled. “My uncle was one of the policemen who found her. He told
it to me when he knew we were coming out here.”
who had dropped the bottle of scotch, stared at her in disbelief.
The amber liquid pooled at his feet in the soft dirt and pine
needles. “You're not serious?”
nodded, a solemn look on her face. “I am,” she said, watching as
the flames grew low, casting an eerie shadow over the woods.
twig snapped causing them all to jump.
we should call it a night,” Amy said, scanning the woods nervously.
and Nathan seconded the motion and began pouring water over the
smouldering ashes of the fire.
hurried back to the car, the light from their flash lights bounced
over the ground.
fumbled around in his pocket trying to find the keys when Jennifer
gripped his arm, digging her nails into the flesh.
the - ?” he asked.
didn't say a word. Her eyes were wide as she just stared into the
distance. Nathan and Amy had the same expression on their faces too.
followed their line of gaze.
keys fell from his hand as he gasped in shock.
on the door handle of the car was a large, shiny, metal hook.