Slasher Camp
The air was warm as Laurie Strode and Michael Myers left their local repertoire theatre, The Westdale. Ominous clouds towered over their heads, thunder threatened from beyond the horizon. Darkness engulfed the staircase leading up to the top of the theatre as the two teens sat down on the cracked concrete steps. Dark clouds continued to roll towards them, bringing gifts of thunder and lightning.
“Sleepaway Camp was totally awesome, right? I can’t believe you haven’t seen it before Laurie, it's a classic!” Exclaimed Michael, his brown hair blowing in the summer wind.
“That was so scary, I don’t think I’ll ever go to summer camp again!” Laurie said sarcastically. “It was a low-budget horror flick that has been redone a million times! It’s nothing special Michael.”
Michael was taken aback; this was the highest insult towards him. He loved all things horror and he refused to let Laurie degrade such a timeless horror film.
“All the other horror movies copy Sleepaway Camp! The twist at the end, it was revolutionary --” Laurie cut him off with her laughter.
“If you were in a horror movie, you’d be the first to die. First time you see the killer, you’d cry like a little baby.” Laurie stated as the wind began to pick up, throwing her perfect brown hair in every direction. The two teens laughed on the steps as lightning cracked in the sky above them, completely oblivious to the fact that the storm was right on top of them. Michael’s laughter died out and he placed his head in his hands. Rain began to fall as he sighed.
“I wish I was in a horror movie.” Michael muttered and there was a thunderous roar above them. Suddenly, lightning reached down out of the sky, striking Laurie and Michael with it’s electrified fingertips. Laurie’s bright blue eyes lit up in terror as the shock pulsed through her body. There was a streak of light in front of Michael’s eyes as he hurdled into complete and utter darkness.
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When Michael awoke out of his trance, he found himself standing in front of the entrance to a summer camp in a grass clearing. There was a giant banner that stretched above the entrance, and he could see rows of log cabins. He recognized the girl who lay in the grass next to him; she was wearing a white camp shirt and white shorts that barely went down to the top of her thighs. She had knee high socks and white tennis shoes. Although she was laying in the grass, her outfit was perfectly white.
“Laurie?” Michael ran over to her as her eyes fluttered open. She looked around in confusion as she took in her surroundings; they were a long way from The Westdale Theatre.
“What are you wearing, Michael?” Laurie laughed at him. “Where the fuck are we?”
As Michael helped Laurie to her feet, her eyes caught the writing on the banner that was above the path that led to the mysterious camp.
“Holy shit, why does that banner say Slasher Camp.” Laurie gasped.
Low and behold, the white banner had the words SLASHER CAMP written in dark, crimson paint. As Michael and Laurie stood gaping up at the banner, a young man strutted up to them. He wore short jean cut-offs and a white crop top with the words SLASHER CAMP written on it. He looks like he’s out of a 80s horror flick. Thought Michael, his heart dropping at this realisation. The young man’s luscious blond hair was untouched by the soft wind that rolled over the grass clearing, and he smiled, revealing rows of gleaming teeth.
“Hey guys, I’m Tommy Doyle, your camp counselor. Welcome to Slasher Camp!”
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As Tommy Doyle, the camp counselor, led the teens towards the summer camp, Michael stayed as close as possible to Laurie.
“Dude, what the actual fuck is going on here. Who would name a summer camp Slasher Camp?” Laurie whispered in Michael’s ear, fear bubbling in her voice. Michael didn’t respond; he was too busy taking in the scene that was Slasher Camp. There was a vast blue lake, with canoes tied to each dock. Rows of quaint log cabins surrounded a large, central hall that towered over the camp. As Michael looked at the pristine archery range near the lake, something caught his eye. Just before the woods, there was a beat up log cabin. The windows were nailed shut with wooden planks, and almost all the shingles had fallen off the roof. He felt drawn to it; he had a feeling what was in that cabin would explain all the secrets of this mysterious camp. Tommy weaved in and out of cabins, until he suddenly stopped in the middle of two cabins that were facing each other.
“Boys on the left, girls on the right!” He said cheerfully, his gleaming smile refusing to leave his face. Laurie grabbed tightly onto Michael’s arm, but was led away by Tommy. After watching Laurie disappear into her cabin, Michael walked up the wood planks into his own cabin. When he opened the door, he was greeted by two ancient-looking bunk beds. Two boys sat on the lower bunk bed, wearing the same camp uniform that Michael was in. One boy with blond hair that was styled in a mullet jumped up and strutted over to Michael.
“Hey man, I’m Bob Simms, and that’s Samuel Loomis.” He stated, pointing over to the other boy, who was sporting a bowl cut. He had the same delirious grin that Tommy had plastered across his face. Creepy. Michael thought to himself, a chill running down his spine.
“After the campfire tonight, we are having a party in the woods with the girls cabin. You’re coming, right Michael.” Bob questioned Michael, and his blood ran cold.
“I didn’t tell you my name --” Michael was cut off when Tommy came bursting into the cabin.
“Campfire in five guys!” He called, grinning like a psychopath.
As the boys filtered out of the cabin, Michael was sick to his stomach. He had watched enough horror movies to know that he would soon find out why they called this rustic summer camp “Slasher Camp.”
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The night had grown dark as Michael followed his new found “friends” towards the glowing campfire. When did it get so dark? He thought to himself, but he already knew the answer to that question. Somehow, when he was struck by lightning, he was pulled into some kind of 80s slasher film, and by his calculations, the killing was about to begin. As he stood around the fire, he tried to pick Laurie out in the crowd of white uniforms. Just as he began to panic, Bob grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the fire.
“Get the fuck off me!” Michael yelled at him, as he was slightly on edge. Bob’s smile didn’t waiver, as he held up his hands, revealing a six pack and a joint. Where did that come from? Michael thought in disbelief, as the contraband appeared out of thin air. Of course, this is a slasher film. What 80s slasher film is complete without drinking and smoking? Michael reluctantly followed the group of rebellious teens deeper and deeper into the forest surrounding the camp fire. Two girls from the adjacent cabin, Judith and Lynda, had joined Michael’s cabin. They had big, fluffy hair, and shorts that were seemingly shorter than the ones he had seen Laurie in earlier. His thoughts turned to Laurie as he trudged to his fate in the forest; he wondered if something horrible had happened to her. The group of teens stopped when they reached an open clearing, and they all started drinking and smoking. All except for Michael, who was on the lookout for the alleged crazed camp killer that he assumed was lurking beyond the pines.
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As the hours went on, Bob and Lynda snuck off into the forest, despite the taunts from their friends. A few minutes went by and a piercing shriek cut through the forest. A topless Lynda ran into the clearing; her makeup was running and she was breathing heavily.
“Someone MURDERED Bob! Someone --” Her screams were cut short when someone came up behind her and plunged a machete into her back. She choked and gagged as she slumped to the ground, crimson blood poured from her chest and back onto the forest floor. The killer pulled the machete out of Lynda's back and her flesh ripped. The killer stood over Lynda’s body; they wore a blood-stained hockey mask and a blue jumpsuit, wielding a machete in one hand and a glove with knives on it on the other hand. Through the hockey mask, cold blue eyes stared into Michael’s soul, leaving him frozen on the spot. The killer lunged towards a screaming Judith, slashing her across the chest with his gloved hand. The knives cut through her shirt, leaving three deep gashes across her chest. She shrieked, and slumped as the blood pooled around her. Michael had finally had enough; he sprinted away from the murder scene, not daring to look behind him. Shrieks filled the forest behind him as he sprinted through the forest towards the campfire. As he ran for his life, he created a plan to survive this horrific horror flick fever dream. He would find Laurie, and escape Slasher Camp forever.
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An out of breath Michael arrived at the campfire to find the flames dying out. Where is everyone? He thought, but as he came closer to the campfire his deepest fears had become a reality. Campers surrounded the would-be campfire, slaughtered by the Slasher Camp killer. Bodies lay carelessly on the dirt ground, their blood covered bodies stabbed to death. Shitshitshit. Michael’s mind was racing; if all the non essential characters were dead, he was next. Michael stood paralyzed at this horrific scene, when he suddenly figured out what he should do next. I am not dying here. Time to be a “Final Girl”. Filled with rage, but mostly fear, he grabbed a prong that was being used for roasting marshmallows. The sharp prongs shimmered in the moonlight that had fallen over the camp, and he made his way to the rundown, abandoned cabin he had seen when he had first arrived. If he was going to survive, he was going to have to find the Slasher Camp killer, and make the first move.
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With a new found bravado, Michael sprinted to the edge of the woods, where the abandoned cabin loomed over him in the darkness, casting malevolent shadows in its wake. A shrill wind cut through the camp; the old cabin groaned and creaked as Michael stared up at it pensively. Am I ready for this? He thought suddenly. He had seen about a million horror movies; he knew that this was the time for him to confront the killer. He would either kill or be killed. He took a deep breath, and started up the rickety stairs that lead up to the front door of the cabin. Before he could even touch the handle, the door slowly began to creak open. Horror movie bullshit. He laughed to himself before facing his destiny and stepping in. The cabin smelt old and musty; the odor of rotting wood floated through the air. Moonlight seeped through the dust-covered windows, lighting up the supposed killer’s evil lair. Shadows danced across the walls, and the pale moonlight lit up the killer’s many instruments of destruction. A dozen machetes hung to the wall, their sharp tips glistened menacingly, as if they were threatening Michael. A blood stained glove with knives sat on a table that stood alone in the empty cabin, it’s tips had gone completely crimson. Next to the gloves was the hockey mask the killer had been wearing when they murdered the teens in the forest; Michael’s blood ran cold. They're here. Suddenly, Michael heard shuffling from the far corner of the room. The killer was hidden in complete darkness that seemed to engulf Michael’s soul. As the killer came into the light, Michael looked at them in shock.
“Laurie! Thank god you're alright! I’ve been looking for you everywhere, what are you doing here?” Michael ran over to her and embraced her. As he stepped back to look at her, horror filled his soul. Laurie stood before him in a blue jumpsuit, her cold blue eyes drilled into him as a sick smile stretched across her face. No. Thought Michael. It can’t be Laurie. This isn’t what’s supposed to happen. Michael backed away, tripping over an upturned floorboard and crashed to the floor. The prongs flew from his hand and rolled to Laurie’s feet.
“L-Laurie- It can’t be you.” Michael gasped as he tried to get up.
Laurie slowly walked over to his body with one hand hidden behind her back.
“C’mon, Michael,” She started, a glint of evil in her eyes, “You're not the only one who wishes they were in a horror movie.” Michael crawled away until he was backed up against the wall of the cabin. He felt sick as the smell of rotting wood overcame him. In the pale moonlight, he watched as Laurie pulled out a machete from behind her back, her evil smile glittering in the light.
“I thought you said you liked a twist ending?”
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