Get Out Alive

The Campfire

"And I'm wanted, dead or alive..." Sang Mitch, a hippie wanna be with an acoustic guitar in his arms. He sat in front of a roaring campfire, surrounded by other 20 year olds in an array of clothing. 

"Finally, I thought I would die of boredom!" Sighed Tiffany, better known as Tiff. She pulled the sleeve of the shirt she was wearing down even further, revealing the fact that she was not wearing a bra. 

"We all know what you would rather be doing." Laughed Debbie, who nudged A.J. A.J. shook her head in a displeasing way and clutched her cross that hung from her neck. 

"Perhaps we should tell ghost stories instead." Suggested Adam. There was a murmur of agreement from the others and Mitch put his guitar down, scowling slightly.  

"Lightened up, Mitch. Besides, I have a real good story for you guys." Said Rob, a slick looking guy in a blue flannel shirt. Everybody leaned in towards him as he began to speak. "Once, at this very camp, there was a group of counselors, much like ourselves. The camp was full of kids at the time, but everyone avoid this one kid, named Jason. 

"See, Jason wanted to go for a swim and told his counselor's to please watch him; he was a weak swimmer and didn't want to get hurt. Unknown to him, his counselors were too focused on their own game of 'hide the pickle,' if you know what I mean."

Everyone snickered, except for  one girl who sat almost directly across from the guy. Her bright red hair stood out so vividly that it looked as if she had been bleeding from the top of her head. Rob just grinned back at her stoic face.

"So Jason swims out too far and turns to signal for help, but there was no one there to help him. He drowned, you see. About a year later, two camp counselors die mysteriously and the camp was closed for a while. They tried to reopen it, but something went horribly wrong and all but one lady died. No one could figure out what happened, but rumors say that it was Jason back from the dead, getting revenge on camp counselors for not watching him and letting him die."

No one was laughing now. It felt weird, sitting on  the same beach where a kid had drowned. Rob went on.

"This is the first time they are going to try and reopen it again. So far, nothing has gone wrong and kids will even be arriving in a couple weeks. But who knows, maybe Jason is out there, right now." The sound of the crackling fire was all that broke the night. 

"Helena, you don't think that Jason is real, do you?" Chad suddenly asked, turning to the red-haired girl. She shook her head and sighed.

"That's just a tale based on a terrible tragedy that happened here years and years ago. Nothing to it." She shook her hand in front of her face, bashing the story for the last time. She thought she heard the snapping of a tree branch in the dark night, but accounted that to her imagination. They had just been told a pretty scary story.

"It's pretty late, we should think about turning in." Vanessa said, standing and stretching. Everyone agreed and began to stand and prepare to head to their separate cabins. Helena followed suit, yet she swore she heard heavy footsteps heading towards them from the forest. 

"Who is that?" Someone, sounded like Jr., had asked before the screaming started. A large bulk of a man came barreling out of the woods, holding an axe and covering his face with a hockey mask. He swiftly swung the axe high and brought it down into the back of Rob, killing him instantly. Everyone ran, scattering in all directions. Helena fled in the direction of the Springwater Camp, barricading the door of the cabin she was in with everything she could move by herself.

"Oh...oh my god." She whispered, sinking down to the floor in fear. It had only just registered that she had just watched someone die. Fear threatened to swallow her as she drew her knees up to her chest and sobbing into them. She looked up to see what was around her, hoping to find something that would help her chances of getting out of this alive. 

Over in the corner, she saw something she had very little training using; the CB radio. Helena jumped up and raced over to it, looking down at all the dials and buttons. Just doing what she knew best, she pushed the biggest button and began to cry into the tall microphone.

"Someone please! I don't know if you're out there, but Jason is real! And he's back and trying to kill my friends and I and we are trapped here! Please! Help us! Oh god help us!"

With that said, she pushed herself away from the table and crawled under a bed to hide, hoping that, in the walkie talkie she had clutched to her chest, she would hear from her friends, confirming that they were alright and safe.