Hunger #Wattys2017

You're a Murderer, Connor

The four kids decided that this weekend was a perfect weekend for a camp out. They were settled in the middle of a dark forest. Trees steadily swayed in the cool breeze, sounds of cicadas and owls littered the air.

The kids were gathered around a campfire, warming their hands, smiles on their faces.

Judith with her orange hair tied up in its usual ponytail, her glasses slowly sliding off her nose, rubbing her arms for warmth even though she wore a thick, brown sweater and black leggings with blue shorts on top AND was in front of the campfire.

Sherri on the other hand didn't mind the cold weather, with her wearing her usual black tank top with the golden fleur de lis, and her blue jean capris and pink sandals.

She grabbed a marshmallow and put it on a stick, roasting it over the fire.

Connor and Henry were snuggling together, with Connor curled up in a ball, not because he was cold, but because he was trying to find a way to become more comfortable.

I mean, he was already comfortable enough in his shoulderless, long sleeved, pink shirt with his black camisole straps showing, long purple skirt that went down to his ankles, and long brown boots that went up to almost the ends of his thighs, but he wanted to snuggle with Henry. He wasn't one hundred percent comfortable because he wished that he could get close to someone without having this overwhelming craving for human flesh.

But he couldn't. He was cursed. He didn't know how he was, but all he knew was that he wanted it to end.

"Alright guys, it's time for Campfire Ghost Stories!" Sherri called.

Connor felt a sudden sharp pain shoot through his stomach and dizziness dance around in his head. He held a hand on both places.

"Connor, are you feeling alright dear?" Henry asked, his voice full of concern and sweetness.

"Y-yeah I'm fine." he replied. "I j-just have to go to the bathroom."

Before he moved, he looked up at the sky. His eyes widened.

A full moon.

He got up and headed deeper into the forest.

"Wow...looks like something didn't agree with him." Sherri said as she watched Connor run into the forest.

"Start the story without me!" he called back.

"So what's this ghost story about?" Judith questioned in a sigh.

"Well, it's not really a ghost story, but more of a story about a creature whose name I cannot say due to the coming season." Sherri explained.

"Why can't you say its name?" Henry asked.

"Because it'll come for you if you do." Sherri said in an eerie tone while staring directly at them.

Judith and Henry gulped at Sherri's sudden chilling vibe.

"Now to begin." Sherri smiled. "It all started when a baby boy was born on May 3rd, 1998. Nobody knows his name. When he was seven, his parents got a call from his school saying that he bit a kid's finger off."

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"It's true unfortunately..." the principal said. "...and a staff member took a picture."

Pulling out his phone, he opened his photos to show a picture of a finger ripped off from a student's hand.

The father covered his mouth in shock.