Camp Creepypasta

Chapter 5

We kissed once more before running out of the cabin. We didn't get very far before we heard a voice.

"Well well well. What do we have here?"

We looked up to see a boy walking towards us. He had blonde hair and black eyes. He was wearing a sleeveless hood and black jeans with holes on the knees. He had a sharp sword strapped to his back.

"Who are you?"

"Oh, where are my manners. I'm Killer Jack. But please, call me Jack."

"Are you one of the Scary Pastas?" Nick asked.

Killer Jack nodded and pulled out his sword. Nick ran at him, drawing out his knife and ax. Jack grabbed Nick and threw him against a tree. Nick crumpled to the ground. Killer Jack ran at me. I was frozen in fear.

"Katie!" Nick shouted.

Killer Jack swung his sword down in an arch. Someone grabbed me and yanked me backwards. Killer Jack's sword hit sliced the ground were I had just stood. Killer Jack looked up and stared at someone behind me. His smirk turned into an open mouthed gape. His eyes widened and filled with fear. His face paled. The person who had pulled me back ran at Killer Jack. Killer Jack turned and ran. My savior ran after him. I ran over to Nick. I pulled him to his feet.

"You okay?" I asked.