THE TERROR AT CAMP SILVER LAKE

SICKENING-SALUTATIONS to you all Kiddies! I feel rather CAMPY tonight, so follow me out, to the FEAR-REST for a FABLE OF FRIGHT around my CAMPFRIGHT. It's called...

Out in the forest of northern-Maine, there was a Summer camp with a sign by it reading: "WELCOME TO CAMP SILVER LAKE" on it, back in the Summer of 1957. Three teenage camp counselors watched a group of boys play football outside the cabins and one of the male teenage camp counselors blew his whistle. "Alright, guys, Red Team wins the game good job!" he shouted and some of the boys cheered and gave each other high fives. "Red Team did a nice job eh, Harvey?" the counselor who blew his whistle asked one of the other counselors. "Yeah, Paul, they sure did" he said back, agreeing. "Scott, roundup Red Team and Gray Team here" Harvey told the third counselor. "Alright Harvey!" he replied and blew his whistle then. Meanwhile, a group of girls were canoeing out, on Silver Lake within four canoes, each with a female teenage camp counselor with them. "Good job girls. Let's row to shore now!" one of the counselors said and all of them did. When the four female counselors and the fifteen girls got back on shore, the teenage girl who had told them all to row back to shore said: "ok, now, let's go have snacks girls!".

"That was sure fun, Sally" one of the other female counselors said to her. "Yeah, it gets that way when the girls all work together with us Deborah" Sally replied to her. "Let's see what food Mrs. Armstrong has for them, ladies" a third female counselor said to them. "Okay, Edna!" Sally said to her. "Come on Greta!" Edna said to the fourth female counselor. "Coming, Edna!" she replied and Sally, Deborah, Edna and Greta all rushed into one of the cabins together. As the fifteen girls ate chocolate chip cookies at a long table, Deborah saw that a sixteenth girl was sitting in the corner of the cabin on a stool. Deborah went over to her and asked, "hello, are you new?". The black haired girl looked over at Deborah and smiled. She wore an orange dress and was in her bare feet. The girl giggled and Deborah smiled. "Awe, you are shy. I understand. I will get you some chocolate chip cookies" Deborah said to her and walked away. She came back with three of them and gave them to the shy girl. She ate them. That night, the girl looked into a cabin-window from behind a tree. A teenage bully stood inside, and threw a game of chess onto the floor that some of the boys were playing.

"Hey, why'd you do that for?" one of the boys spoke up to the bully, asking. "Because I am Mr. Armstrong's Son kid. And I can do what I want!" he replied meanly. The bully gripped the boy's collar and carried him to a wall, then hit him in his stomach. The boy coughed and the bully took off. He ran behind a tree where a second bully stood, and the second one asked him, "what happened Andrew?". "Oh, I slugged one of them for standing up to me, Mack!" he answered. "Yeah, tomorrow night we'll drown him in Silver Lake and then run back home Andrew!" Mack told him. "Yeah, Dad won't catch us" Andrew said and they ran off into the woods. As the teenagers were running, a sound of a low-pitched growling came from behind them. The bullies stopped running and Mack shined his flashlight to where the growling came from. The bullies screamed in horror as a pair of red claws jabbed Andrew right in his stomach in the light. He coughed and fell, Mack ran screaming, and the growling got louder. The next day, Scott found the skeleton of Andrew in his clothes.

"Mr. Armstrong, I found the remains of your Son Andrew sir!!!" Scott said to a man in one of the cabins. "WHAT SCOTT?! ANDREW?!" Mr. Armstrong shouted, dropping two logs and ran outside with Scott. Meanwhile, Deborah and Paul were fishing with a boy and girl, sitting at the shore of Silver Lake. "Where'd that shy girl go, Deborah?" Paul asked her. "I do not know Paul. Do you know her name Jackie?" she responded to him, then asked the girl fishing with them. "No Deborah. I saw her last night behind a tree though" Jackie responded. "Strange, she would not talk" Deborah said. That evening, Jackie walked into one of the cabins and the shy girl sat on the floor in the corner of the room. "What is your name?" Jackie asked her. The shy girl smiled, got to her feet and walked over to Jackie. She giggled at Jackie and ran out of the cabin. Mack saw the boy who Andrew had hit, walking out of a cabin and ran and grabbed him by the arm and put his other hand over his mouth. Mack forced the boy over to the shore of Silver Lake, and plunged his head into the water. The low-pitched growling was heard then and the bully let go of the boy. The boy pulled his head out of the lake as the growling became louder. As the kid gasped for air, he spotted Mack's eyes grow big. A pair of red claws gouged themselves into the bully's chest in the light of his flashlight. The boy looked and it was the shy girl. But her eyes and nose were gone, just her now huge mouth of black among her long, straight black hair. She growled deeply as a long, lumpy tongue of red shot out of her abnormal, huge mouth, and licked the bully's face. Mack fell to the ground dead then and the creature started biting the face of his corpse. Growling, licking, scraping and biting of flesh could be heard within the darkness as the boy got up and ran away. The next day, he and Scott found the skeleton of Mack still dressed in his clothes on the shore.

“OH NO, MR. AND MRS. ARMSTRONG'S SECOND SON MACK!!" Scott screamed in terror. "Yeah, they were bullies, Scott. Andrew hit me in my stomach and Mack tried to drown me!" the boy told him. Suddenly, they heard the giggling of the shy girl and looked behind them. The monster's red clawed-hands and red clawed-feet stuck out from behind a tree. Then the shy girl ran into the forest, giggling and growling.

Hee-Hee, that was sure a SHY LITTLE GHOUL I mean GIRL eh, Kiddies? She just wanted more snacks at the CAMPFRIGHT! But the campers were left with BONE-USES from her aha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

The creature within the light of Mack's flashlight on the shore.