Camp Creepypasta

The Kidnapping

It's the last day of school, and in your last class of the day, science, Mrs. Applegate drags on and on about the compounds of magnesium and the chemical makeup of sodium citrate. You tune her out and give your focus to the doodles on the edge of your notebook, looking up at the clock occasionally.

3:00. Twenty more minutes.
3:10. Ten more minutes.
3:15. Five more minutes.
3:19. Just one more minute...

"Now, before the bell rings, I want you all to make sure you grab your homework packets to work on over the summer." Mrs. Applegate says with false cheer. Unsurprisingly, the class erupts into complaints. Mrs. Applegate shakes her head and speaks, obviously annoyed.
"Don't you 'ugh' me! I am-"
3:20. Before she can finish her sentence, the bell rings, and everyone springs up from their seats, laughing, yelling, and talking.

You get up and rush out the door to your locker at the end of the hallway. You curse at yourself silently as you turn the combination lock a little too far on the last number. You try to open it regardless, and it doesn't work until you give it a good kick. These lockers weren't exactly new. You gather everything up and sling your backpack across your back, slamming your locker shut and walking towards the door.

Just as you exit the building into the warm summer day, you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. You open it up to see a text from your mother.

Please pick up Michael and walk home with him. I love you ❤️

Michael was your little brother, younger than you by about four years, and today was his last day as an eighth grader. His middle school as well as your high school wasn't far from your house, so you could easily stop at his middle school before walking home.

You walk to the school, and sure enough, Michael was sitting on a bench with earbuds in. You walk over to him, and he looks up. He stands up and you walk with him down the street toward your house, and you talk with about whatever comes into the conversation. The topic changes to encounters with suspicious people.

"Oh, I saw these weird people during recess." He mentions casually.
"Yeah?"
Michael nods. "There were two of them. One guy had a tan jacket snd the other guy had a yellow sweatshirt. They were just standing on the edge of the field and staring at... someone, I don't know. They had masks on."
As you give your response, you are briefly reminded of the time you saw a boy, maybe in his late teens, rush past you with some sort of halloween prop weapon while on a nature walk.

You take out your house key, inserting it into the lock before twisting it and pushing the door open. As you take the key out and step into your home, you can't shake the feeling that something's... off. Horribly off.

You wake up to a crash coming from downstairs. You jolt up and listen for any talking, but you can only hear footsteps. Due to both your mother and father being at work at the time, you knew you couldn't call them. You listen closer, and you can hear the footsteps moving toward the staircase at the end of the hall. You quickly grab the pocket knife sitting on your bedside table and silently walk out into the hall, and at the end of the hallway opposite to the stairs, you see your brother standing there with the same confused expression as you, a lit flashlight in his hand.

You peer over the rail and see that there are two men, one with a tan jacket and the other in a yellow sweatshirt. Both of them look exactly the way Michael described those two guys he saw at recess. You see them stepping onto the stairs, and you quickly run inside your father's home office. As you open the knife, you look around the room to see that Michael was in here too, standing in the corner. You press yourself against the wall and watch as the two men rush past, one opening the door to your room while the other opens the door to your brother's room.

You both take the opportunity to run downstairs, but unfortunately, Michael wasn't aware of how much noise he was making, alerting the perpetrators. You hear one of them shouting behind you.
"Toby!"
The two men sprint after you, and once you're downstairs, you see someone jump through the open dining room window. You can see that it's a boy in his late teens with a bloody hatchet in his hand, and at that moment, you realize that he was the boy you saw on your walk, and that 'halloween prop' wasn't a prop at all.

The boy cracks his neck a few times, seemingly unintentionally, before vaulting over the table and quickly putting your brother into a headlock. Before you can do anything about it, the man in the tan jacket does the same to you. Upon pure instinct and adrenaline, you take the open knife in your hand and slash his forearm.
"SON OF A BITCH!" He bellows, clearly in pain. The man in the hoodie grabs your wrist and forcefully takes the knife from your hand, effectively disarming you.

You try to fight some more, but you feel a blunt object collide with your head. You can feel yourself slowly slipping into unconciousness, but before your senses drift away, you're able to hear some arguing between two of the perpetrators.
"For fuck's sake, Toby, you weren't supposed to knock them out! Now we have to try to keep them alive until we can get them to E.J."
"Oh come on, you know I'm not good with these kinds of missions. Cut me some slack."

And that's when it all goes silent and your vision fades to black.