What hides in the woods of Camp Ravenwood after dark?
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In the last week of summer at Camp Ravenwood and after a series of disappearances, a motley group of campers and counsellors set out to investigate-except they might be the next ones to disap...
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Chapter 022: The Camp Ravenwood Massacre
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JULY 25TH, 1987
Horror.
That was the only thing Peggy could feel as she stared at what had become of all the campers and counsellors in Camp Ravenwood. What the Beast had made Ryan do as the Axeman.
"Oh my God," Heather breathed in horror as screaming sounded from Maeve, Reese, Luisa and Betty.
Peggy's hoarse throat told her she had also been screaming, even as every part of was paralysed at what she was seeing in front of her.
The chopped-up and torn apart bodies of all the campers and counsellors.
Blood soaked the camp, seeping into the earth and splattering the cabins with red viscera, crimson handprints streaked across the cabin walls. Entrails spilled like blood-slicked worms onto the ground, glistening in the moonlight, and body parts were strewn across the square—arms, legs, torsos, even heads, and pulpy mashes that had once been their friends, that had once been kids. Some pieces looked like organs. And Peggy knew, deep in her bones, the carnage wasn't limited to outside, that more bodies, more death, could await them in the cabins, in the mess hall, the rampage only stopped when the number of victims had run out, when the Beast had gotten its fill from the blood spilled, glutting it.
Peggy was still screaming.
"The phone—we have to call for help! Now!" Carter yelled, turning back into the lodge. That snapped Peggy out of her frozen, screaming state, turning around and bolting into the lodge, to the office where the phone was, their chance to get help, their only chance of getting out of here alive.
Before the Beast realised that they were still alive, and sent its Axeman after them to finish the job.
Rushing into the lodge, Carter snatched up the phone and dialled 911, all of them waiting for it to ring but a resounding dial tone met them.
"No, no, no!" Luisa gasped as Carter slammed the phone on the receiver and revealed, "The phone's dead."
"Shit," Carrie hissed.
"What the fuck do we do now?!" Reese exclaimed, almost hysterical. Heather moved closer to her, giving her a comforting look.
A lightbulb idea struck Peggy.
"The radio shack," she said. "The radio inside could still work. We can call for help from there. Dylan, can we do that?"
All eyes turned on Dylan. He looked shaken, but he nodded. "Yeah, I think it can work. I just need to change the frequency to the police station's."
"Okay, are we all forgetting the slasher movie we're literally living out right now? Ryan could still be in camp! We have no idea when he'll pop up and hack us into bits!" Jude yelled.
