The Island of the Slaughtered | TDI AU

The Fool

I watched Sierra run into the woods...

She ran, and ran, and ran, and ran, and ran...

It was as if all she could do was run, and run, and run, and run, and run...

After I swatted away at the mist, it followed her into the woods, whispering things about me. Things they wanted to say to my face... they were threatening her. Scaring her. Provoking her.

And they knew I could care less.

I looked back into the mirror to see Justin had left, having failed his mission of terrifying me. Him being there isn't what scared me, it was the fact that more have died than I was let on to believe. I've seen the bodies of 7 campers, but 8 had refused to show themselves. I wonder why...

Even if I wanted to figure it out, I couldn't. Ever since I stepped foot back on the island my thoughts have turned into a maze of visions and fears. Did I really see Lindsay peeking behind the shoulder of Sierra, or could that have been in my head? Am I truly just feeling guilty, or is there something greater at play?

I glanced up after hearing a tap on the window.

It was Beth again, her smile wide, her face pressed against the window. I could still see the details of her crudely cut extended lips as she stared from inside the shed. She motioned me to come closer, and with nothing better to do, I did. Plus, she had been one of the nicer spirits.

She tapped in a strange beat, like Morse code. It was times like this I wished I took the time to learn it. Her smile started to fade as I took note of this, turning into a dark clown's upside down smile. She tilted her head slowly, causing me to raise an eyebrow. What the hell is she-?

Then she started to violently bang on the window, like she was trying to break it. I stumbled backwards into the grass, but as soon as I landed, I heard a loud, clear scream from the nearby chicken coop.

This was a scream I hadn't familiarized myself with.

I jumped up and ran around the shed, part of me trying to figure out where it came from, and another part of me trying to get away from it. But once I heard the scream again, I, without thinking, decided to seek refuge inside of the shed.

Like I said, I wasn't thinking.

I was lucky enough to not see Beth inside though, which gave me a false sense of temporary safety. I took a deep breath before sitting on a stool in the corner, admiring the weapons and tools on the walls... oh...

Then there it was again, that agonizing scream, clear as day, but belonging to a person I still couldn't identify. It was clearly coming from outside of the shed... waiting for something...

Probably waiting for me.

The scream held a consistent tone this time, pushing on for minutes, but then it flipped into a higher pitch, causing the television near the door to start whizzing in and out. Once the scream ended, folding into a painful moan, the buzzing of the old, static TV became clear. It tried to find the right colors, the right pictures, whatever it was meant to broadcast.

If I'm being completely honest, I don't remember even purchasing this set... all the televisions Chef and I picked out were modern and state of the art.

The buzzing sound grew, like a swarm of mosquitoes, creating a wrinkling sound that twisted my ears. Once it popped, I felt nothing. You'd think I'd jump at the sound, but it was almost as if I was expecting it... though, I will admit it's somewhat unoriginal in comparison to what the others have done in attempts to scare me.

The pop resulted in the title page for a vintage video game... those early ones that only just introduced color. I rolled my eyes before remembering the weapons in the shed... clearly something was wrong with me if I didn't want to try to get one those seconds earlier. I know Courtney made it seem as if I wouldn't get hurt, but I'm not taking any chances.