Mystery Camp

Beast of The Caves

After the slow, eerie boat ride through the fog, Thomas had arrived at the spooky looking forest area. The area was dark, gloomy, and entirely isolated. The grey atmosphere accompanied by the fog make it a chore to see.

Thomas quickly grabbed onto an edge of the small boat. It softly crashed onto the land. After making sure he was stable, Thomas breathed deeply.

Before getting off the small boat, he grabbed his backpack and felt the back of his head once more. The bandages around his head were getting damp from the blood. It started to leak down the back of his neck and his shirt.

He was very emotional and fearful, because of what had just happened moments ago on the boat with Mike, but the main adjective on his mind was, "Find sticks. Make a fire. Sear the wound shut."

Thomas was aware of the severity of bleeding in the back of his head. His face expressed nothing, as he stumbled into the foggy woods. Panic fueled his emotions mixed with a sense of trying to remain calm. Thomas smiled and said to himself, "If I learned anything from survival scout camp, I shouldn't die here ha ha."

Though he was in a hurry, he had to move carefully through the fog filled forest. There were so many trees and forest debris on the ground. He was nearly tripping every step he took.

As Thomas continued to stumble and sway, an eerie yet subtle ringing filled his ears. He soon was able to see the ringing. He couldn't tell if it was fog, or his eyes becoming blurry, as he started to become dizzy. Thomas was beginning to feel nauseous.

He was seeing shadows shifting through the trees, or was his mind playing tricks on him. Vestiges of the Wendigo's haunting face appeared in the many distances, or was it hallucinations?

The ringing grew louder, as Thomas began to see images from his childhood appearing in his mind and in front of his eyes, rather than a forest. One distinct image stood out. It was none like the others, because it had never occurred.

It was an image of seven year old Thomas in a boy scout uniform, next to his mother and stepdad. But, there was somebody else in the photo. It appeared to be a man in a black hoodie. He was on one knee with his arm around the young Thomas. Although...the entirety of his face was hidden in a shadow.

There was no time to process, as the images continued to play. And then, there was a pitch black image. It did not change. It did not go away. Just pure darkness. However, a faint, white line appeared in the black picture. The line had started growing more and more. Until...

Thomas then opened his eyes. He was now awake, in what he thought was his cabin room at first due to the minimal lighting. Upon fully regaining consciousness, he felt that his head had been further bandaged with extra layers. He also had a blanket and a pillow. But, the ground he was laying down on was rock hard.

Not too far above the ground where he lied, what appeared to be a dimly lit ceiling of a cave was above him. A rocky cave.

Confused, Thomas attempted to sit up. However, his body seemed to be paralyzed. He couldn't move anything from his neck, down. All he could do, was move his head at a slow pace.

First, he slowly inched his head to the left. It was nothing but the wall of the small cave in his face. So, Thomas slowly moved his head over to the right...