Tom's (not so) Normal Life

Just a Normal Camping Trip

Today was the day Tom had decided to go camping far out into the deep woods. He did have plans to invite others but everyone was busy. So after he had set up his fire, tent,and food,he went to sleep for his first night in the forest. Animal noises were to be expected on this journey, but the loud growling and howling led him to believe that a pack of wolves had found his simple tied up food sack in the trees, or maybe it was a bear. Tom wasn't very familiar with wildlife dangers or anything outside of a cubicle zoo. Frankly this camping trip was a very bad idea in hindsight, but heck. He was having loads of fun reading quietly in his new red tent. He was reading IT by Stephen King, it was not the best idea to read a book about a scary clown while camping alone. In fact this trip seems to be one big mistake, but he was barely aware of that. The one thing he was aware of was how those howls and growls seem to be sounding a bit closer than before. He got his flashlight out and exited his new red tent, leaving the amazing book to be read later. He went far out in the night searching for the animal making all this ruckus. Tom's flashlight might of only had a weak flickering beam of light to guide his way but that same flashlight did show him something. It was something big... hairy….. and….wearing overalls?

What's a animatronic bear doing all the way out here? Oh, hey! That looks just like the same bear from Family Fun Time's Playhouse! Ah, what good memories Tom had there. Someone must of left it out here by accident. He was just about to give up his animal search until the bear turned it's head with a creak towards him, it's glowing yellow eyes and agaped mouth with sharper than what Tom recalls teeth. The whole Fun Time Bear turns towards him and let's out with a croak, “Who's the birthday boooyyyy?”. It must be short circuiting with all of this sudden rain! Although….he doesn't remember the Bear being ever able to walk...let alone growl Latin curses. Tom decided to head back to his red tent and take a nap, he had enough adventure for today. It actually caught up to him and caught him by the back of his shirt. The bear started to take him deeper into the forest. Tom almost had fallen asleep in the Fun Time Bear’s fluffy, matted and dirty arms, but soon the bear had thrown him onto the hard cave floor. “Now that wasn't very nice now was that?,” Tom muttered propping himself up, but he decided to just calmed down. The bear moved to pin him straight to the ground, now it's mouth and stretched all the way open, gears and random types of teeth jammed into one gaping black hole of a Fun Time Bear’s mouth. Tom sweated from the bear's hot breath as tingly numbness slowly consumed his left leg, soon spreading to the right. The bear stayed static in this one pose with rotating grinder like teeth until the numb tingle had moved up to Tom's throat, making it hard to breathe with the sharp numbing pain. He couldn't move his legs or arms or anything at this point except his muddy sea-green eyes. Tom shut his eyes waiting for now what he knew was to come next, softly accepting the fact that his life was now over on some cliche horror story way. How stupid was this in fact? The bear is barely even threatening in general! Maybe they'll write a special obituary for him, he could see it in the Sunday paper now. Man dies in dumbest way! Tom would be a h- Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted with loud whimpering and crying. Tom opened his eyes to see a semi-solid Tv static goop blob crying in the corner meanwhile the bear was long gone. The blob turned to Tom and took the form of a bloody grotestic gore clown while screaming in an ancient tongue. Ah okay, so it's only a visual trick. There's no bear or clown, only blob. “What are you?,” Tom asks the newly formed Tv blob. “Something you could never begin to fathom,” hissed the creature before continuing, “I am fear, I feed of phobia and flesh. No mortal has survived my haunts. Are you a God?,” Tom had no clue how to respond, him a God? Nah. “Nonsense, I'm only a simple Man,” Tom put a hand to his chest as to swear. “Impossible, Reveal your identity you filthy liar,” The beast took form of what looked to be a pure black wolf with carved red horns, “You dare to challenge my power?,” Tom had had quite enough of this absolutely rude behavior. Tom stood up, “Exactly what power do you speak of? If you can be shown up by meerman then you are a

weak beast!” The beast shot him a dirty look, “There is something wrong with you. No human nor mortal is afraid of nothing like you are.” Tom just realized what was going on here, and why this stupid animal thought of him as a higher being, “When I was younger I got into a car accident and the result was that a shard of electric pole wood gave me a lobotomy,” he breathed and continued, “I have no fear, I'm incapable of having it and any other strong emotions.” Tom shrugged and crossed his arms. “NO! THIS CAN NOT BE!,” Creature shrieked before continuing, “NO! NO! I AM BOUND TO WHO MORTAL I HUNT UNTIL THEY SUCCUMB TO THEIR FEAR! YOU MUST HAVE FEAR! YOU MUST!” The creature banged it’s fists against the weak cave walls, making rocks clatter to the ground.

Tom’s jaw nearly dropped, bound forever? To this sad little excuse of a monster?