As many you you may already know I am a member of a site called “Geek Girl Pen Pals,” and all weekend I am participating in their virtual camp. Today, I wrote a ghost story using words and/or phrases as prompts that they gave me.
Now, I am not the greatest when it comes to writing horror, but I thought I would give it a shot anyway.
All of the words and/or phrases I used from the prompts are underlined.
I hope you enjoy!
Camp Four Shadows
It was a dark and stormy night when the five women finally met at Camp Four Shadows. Kristen, Laura Beth, Rosalinda, Brandy, & Sunny all became pen pals through the pen pal sight “Geek Girls Pen Pal Club,” and they have been a part of the virtual camp for years. This year, however; the camp counselors decided to host an actual camp in New England, and the women were ecstatic to finally meet one another in person.
Kristen and Brandy were the firsts to arrive, followed shortly after by the other three. The girls took a few minutes in the parking lot to hug and take selfies they could post to social media later. All five of them were fortunate enough to be in the same troop, “Troop Lumos.”
The ladies found it odd there were no other cars in the parking lot. They entered the lodge and found it even more strange that check in was downstairs, but nevertheless; they made their way down the creaky stairs.
“Does this place give any one else the heebie jeebies?” Rosalinda asked. “Because I literally have goosebumps.”
Laura Beth shook her head yes in response. The ladies were even more confused when they found the login sheet on the floor, and the office empty. Brandy picked up the sign in sheet and noticed a bloody hand print on the page.
“Alright Rosalinda. Now I have the heebie jeebies.”
“Come on, let’s just go to our cabin. Maybe we just missed an activity.” Kristen stated.
“Yeah, the run for your lives activity!” Brandy exclaimed, showing the others the bloody hand print on the sign in sheet.
The ladies had driven many miles to get there, they were tired, thirsty, and just wanted to relax, so they agreed that they should just go to their cabin and figure everything out in the morning.
As Kristen approached the shabby chic cabin, she stopped dead in her tracks, it was as if she had become paralyzed.
“Kristen? Kristen, are you alright?” Lara Beth asked, cautiously grabbing her shoulder.
Kristin pointed at the door and Laura Beth noticed the very off-puttingly, large Luna moth.
Brandy, being the bravest out of all of them when it came to insects walked over and very gently went to grab it, but the moth flew before she got the chance. Causing Kristin to shriek and run behind Laura Beth for cover.
“Gee, thanks.” Laura Beth said, sarcastically.
The inside of the cabin was not so shabby chic, in fact, I’d go as far to say the cabin was a little dilapidated. The 70’s looking, yellow wallpaper was starting to tear away from the walls, the floors creaked, as well as the door, and the windows wouldn’t open all the way. And as if all of that wasn’t bad enough, there were dead Hellebous niger sitting in the windowsills.
“I know what this is!”Rosalinda exclaimed.
The rest of the ladies looked at her, waiting for her explanation.
At first the girls were skeptical, but after a minute of thinking it over, it did make sense. They did arrive late.
“I’m starving,” Brandy stated. “I’m going to see what I can go scrounge up for us in the mess hall.”
“Good idea, I’ll come with you.” Sunny said.
Laura Beth, Kristen, and Rosalinda stayed behind. Kristen found some wood and decided to make a hickory campfire. Laura Beth grabbed her books of poetry to recite later, and Rosalinda set up chairs around the fire. Soon after the three ladies settled in around the campfire, Brandy and Sunny came back with food.“We found peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and apples.” Sunny stated, licking her lips in anticipation.
“Good, Oh! And I made cream puffs!” Kristen exclaimed as she ran back in the cabin to retrieve them.
The ladies sat around the campfire, eating, talking, and even sharing some laughs, finally relaxing. There was something extremely calming about the fire.
Laura Beth picked up her book of poetry and decided to recite one of her favorite poems:
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
The women listened, basking in the lovely words of Robert Frost, before returning to their cabin to fall asleep.
The ladies were startled awake by “The Funeral March,” by Frederic Chopin coming from the large speakers outside.
Kristen noticed that the sun hadn’t even started to rise yet, she checked her phone, it was only 3:30 in the morning. She threw the covers off of her body and stormed outside, yelling “THIS ISN’T FUNNY ANYMORE!” And when she saw a figure in the distance turn it’s head sharply to look at her with it’s piercing red eyes, she definitely wasn’t laughing.
“Uh….. guys, we gotta get out of here.” “WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE NOW!” She screamed.
She pointed to the direction of the eyes, glaring at all five of them now, and with one quick glance to one another, the ladies made a mad dash back to their cars, only to find the parking lot completely empty.
Brandy spotted the red eyes getting closer to them, “Come on, we have to run!”
The women ran through the pine trees until they spotted a canoe.
Sunny pulled a map of the campsite out of her back pocket. “We need to row here, Four Shadow Island.” She pointed to the map, showing the island located in the middle of the lake. The ladies crammed into the canoe and Laura Beth rowed them out the island, but what the ladies didn’t realize was that the island was haunted.
The sun had risen by the time they reached the island. Kristen and Brandy had fallen asleep, waking to find that it wasn’t all a nightmare as they had been hoping.
They sat on the sandy island, their backs to one another, keeping watch across the lake.
I sure wish I had my SPF 50 sunscreen. I am going to burn to a crisp out here.” Kristen stated.
“I think that’s the least of your worries.” Rosalinda retorted.
The girls sat, waiting and watching, until dusk, startled by every little noise they heard.
“Do you think it’s safe to go back?” Sunny asked.
The girls all started laughing of relief as they saw the counselors and the rest of the campers come walking out of the woods.
“You got us good.” Laura Beth chuckled.
“Did we now?” One of the counselors asked.
“Um…. do they seem normal to you?” Kristen whispered to Brandy.
“No, they’re moving like zombies.”
Kristen looked down in the lake, noticing a pair of red eyes floating to the top. She gulped. “I do believe we have been followed to the island, ladies.”
The other girls turned to see what Kristen was talking about.
“It’s a lake monster!” Sunny stuttered, sounding petrified.
“We tried to warn you.” One of the counselors started to cry before she opened her arms, spreading her fairy wings, and illuminating the lake around the island. Revealing the lake monster.
When the red eyes reached the surface, the ladies finally realized that they weren’t eyes at all, but rather a woman holding two red lights.
“You lured us out here?” Brandy asked. “That’s why you took our cars and chased us through the pine trees?”
“Initiation” the woman replied. “I’m so sorry.”
The girls were never heard from again, and now whenever anyone visits Camp Four Shadows, every campfire starts with “Everyone knows the story of Friday the 13th at Camp Crystal Lake, but I’m here to tell you about what happened, right here on Thursday, the 15th, and if you listen closely, you can still hear their screams.”
Kristian L. Weigman