Spirits of Wawanakwa

Justin

My looks.. I still look good right? I mean, they all still love me right? Im still ∙∙·▫▫ᵒᴼᵒ▫ₒₒ▫ᵒᴼᵒ▫ₒₒ▫ᵒᴼᵒ 𝒽𝓪𝐧𝒹ѕ𝕠𝕄𝐞 ᵒᴼᵒ▫ₒₒ▫ᵒᴼᵒ▫ₒₒ▫ᵒᴼᵒ▫▫·∙∙...

Rule: Find the beauty.

Justin Batofel had been use to being seen as an icon. Every part of his life was given to him just by his looks alone.

That's why it was no surprise when he was accepted in the show, albeit he was chosen for his looks, he was rather excited. He knew he had a higher chance of winning just because he could get what he wanted.

Upon arrival to the island, introductions and teams being chosen, Justin found himself being the talk amongst the groups. He could feel their eyes admiring him as he walked, or stood, even when he took a sip of water. He knew they idolized him, and it gave him a boost in his ego.

Within the eyes of his peers Justin felt unsettled. As if there were a pair of ominous or mischievous eyes piercing through his soul. He shivered and turned, trying to see if he could find who the eyes belonged to, but shrugged and ignored the feeling.

As days passed the feeling grew more, as if whoever was watching him was drawing near. He took to the group, asking if anyone else felt weird, like they were being watched.

Most of them joked around, pointing out the many cameras and other contestants, however Lindsey piped up and said she felt uncomfortable with the forest. As if something was waiting for her, calling for her to walk in there. Most of the group raised their eyebrows.

Lindsey is a bit ditzy, most don't take her for what she's worth, but this was a strange sentence for Lindsey to just utter, and hearing the words gave Justin a grave feeling in the pit of his stomach.

As more days pass, Justin had found himself unable to sleep, watching the windows of their cabin at night still looking for those eyes. His stomach grew empty with the lack of food he was consuming. He grew anxious and jittery around everyone.

He refused to go anywhere alone, the eyes that tormented him pushed him back to a vulnerable state. He had to beg others to not leave his side, and begging wasn't something Justin had ever had to do.

After begging Owen and Geoff to accompany him to the shower room, he felt safe, as if whoever was watching him gave up. Taking a shower in peace and being able to relax gave Justin a small sigh of freedom. He stepped out of the shower to find Geoff and Owen had left him. While he felt hurt, he didn't mind as much and walked out of the shower room, taking the path back to the cabins.

That's when it hit. The eyes were closer than ever, whoever was watching him just a few feet away. Justin didn't know whether he should turn around, run, scream. He was scared. He kept his pace back towards the cabins, eyes unfocused and wildly looking all around him.

He couldn't shake it and ran, he ran as fast as he could when he fell. He looked down to see what tripped him and it was a doll. Not just any doll, but a doll of himself.  He panicked, he stumbled back to his feet, tears now falling from his eyes.

He took a step forward but was tanked back, a hand covering his mouth so he couldn't scream. Justin thrashed his body, trying anything to get out of the rough grasp. His muffled screams were cancelled out, and he clamped his teeth down as hard as he could on the hand.

The unknown figure grunted in discomfort, pushing Justin forward as his hand released him. Justin took a deep breath of air and screamed, praying someone heard his desperation.

The unknown figure growled in anger, snagging a rope from his bag of supplies and wrapped it around Justin's throat, pulling the thrashing Justin backwards into the forest.

Once hidden from view, the figure tightened the rope, watching the air leave Justin's lungs and pulling away once the young teenager had passed out. The figure dragged Justin farther into the forest, towards his workshop.

With Justin's body on the table, the unknown figure set to his work, taking a scalpel and slowly slicing Justin's face off. Being careful to not mess up the beauty Justin held. As soon as the flesh could be pulled back, the figure removed Justin's face and placed it on a towel to let it dry.

The figure then turned to remove Justin's dastardly teeth. He couldn't bite anymore, and with him not eating, they were of no use. The figure had set the teeth in a jar to cleanse them once removed.

The final thing the figure had done was pop Justin's eyes out. They were as beautiful with Justin's lack of sleep, but the figure would fix that. The figure had almost gotten the second eye out when justing woke up, screaming in terror and pain.

With Justin awake it ruined the figures plan. It had to make quick work and sliced his throat. Justin gurgled out, blood spluttering from all the opened wounds he'd newly received. His now bloodied tears streamed as his handing eye grew cloudy and died.

The figure sighed sadly and grabbed the final eye, yanking it out of the socket. Fixing both eyes up to make them shine. It set to its work, using Justin's parts to make three dolls. One with his face, one with his eyes, and one with his teeth.

With the cover of night fall, the figure carried Justin's lifeless body back to camp, tucking him into his bed and leaving as quietly as he entered. The figure took a boat and rowed across to the rumor held boney island, adding a few new cursed items to be found if they dared.

Reaching back to Wawanakwa the figure stepped out of the stolen boat and turned to walk back to the forest, it's eyes lingering towards the girls cabin, a specific blonde returning it's gaze. The figure gave a small wave and disappeared into the darkness.

As morning came, everyone had gotten up and left their cabins, all but Justin that is. One after another, campers went in only to leave, vomiting and crying over the sight of Justin's bloodied bed, holding the now dehumanized Justin. The small note in his own blood written next to his forever sleeping body, written in his own handwriting.

'Can you find my beautiful face?
Can you find my dazzling eyes?
My handsome smile is missing some teeth..
Im not beautiful anymore, please find me!'

Lindsey turned her gaze back towards the forest, those piercing eyes she was once asked about now set on her, the memory of last night being something she had remembered. She looked over to the other island and shuddered. "The forest got him, and it will get me too..."