That Night

The Room

The three started to headed back in the direction they came from. Even if the items weren't stolen, their break was coming to and end and they still needed to get back home for work and school.

But, unlike the first hikes, where all of them cracked cheesy and unfunny jokes, they stayed silent most of the time. They didn't want to make themselves known if someone else was near, stalking them.

They were actually pretty successful the whole time, too. There were a couple of stumbles, or grunts throughout the route, but nothing too large. Nothing that would draw attention to them.

Ever since the items were taken, they swore they could feel eyes on them, watching their every move. It could have just been the paranoia, but you never know.

Nic suggested the idea of continuing to hike throughout the night, and to get home as soon as they could. But even that would be too dangerous.

And that time of day slowly crept up on them. Next thing they know, the sun was setting for the third time.

They went with their usual routine of pitching the tent and setting up their site. They took no time in getting in their shelter and going fast asleep, hoping that their nerves were just getting the best of them. Jude even prayed that they would be okay and make it to the morning.

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Unfortunately, prayers do not always work. Because, when Rachel awoke, they were all lined up in wooden chairs, with their arms bound to the chair arms. No blind-folds were used this time. But the disgusting, mildewy rag was placed in each of their mouths.

There was no sign of the disfigured killer being around, but Rachel knew that she was the one behind this. And she was going to try to get out.

Rachel, who was the only one awake at that moment, studied the room while waiting for something to happen.

She felt ice cold and looked down. She immediately saw that she was only in her underwear with her breasts bound to her chest with old, bloody, crusty bandages that the woman had used before. Rachel gagged after realizing how disgusting that was. Nic and Jude were in nothing but their underwear, as well.

Lucky bastards.

Deciding to keep her mind off of her gross garments, she studied the room she was in. It looked like a similar room that Miles had described in a couple of old interviews she had watched before doing this stupid project.

The pipes were rusty, leaking more sludge and water. The whole room smelled of blood, death and rotting water. A dead rat was off in the corner surrounded by other alive ones. Rachel couldn't tell what they were doing to the rat's corpse, and frankly, she did not want to know.

Off on the side was a bookshelf filled with a whole bunch of stolen items. A couple of books, flashlights, water jugs, a cooler, lanterns, bottles of soap. Even Nic's porno magazine was there, just tossed in the corner. The woman was stealing the camper's belongings and made a make-shift home,or torture room, or whatever she was 'living' in.

Nic woke up with a loud gasp, almost as if he was waking from a horrible nightmare. But, after realizing the new situation he was in, he wished that it was one.

The metal door creaked opened, revealing the infamous woman in bandages. Just like Miles described. She grinned though the cloth on the right side. Her breaths were more raspier and louder than expected.

Her health must have been declining after breathing in the bacteria-infested air for too long.

She took off her bandages just like before, revealing her hideous face. Rachel had understood what Miles had meant when he said that her face haunted him. If she somehow survived this, the woman's face would be burned into her memory too.