Murderous Love

Chapter 1

 Bored and restless, that's how I felt.  My ''Friends'' kept me up at night showing me this old news about a killer from the 80s...it's 2017 I don't want people calling me late at night about some god damn killer who's dead! My ''friends'' were obnoxious and worst of all....they did drugs. I know I sound like a stick in the mud but I just want to be a good kid, but I managed to some how be dragged along on this trip. I mean going to a camp that's abandoned because a kid drowned there and came back to kill everyone there? Ya let's go there and die like the idiots we are! I didn't want to die today, actually in general I don't want to die at all so why come you may ask? Well to put it short I was also having problems with my parents, you know because better to run away from problems than charge at it.

   At the moment I was in the back of the van with my one friend who I could actually stand, Aine. She had short messy brown hair with eyes that looked like a bear bottle, like the on she had in her hand. She may be a druggy but at least she wasn't mean like Damon and Patrick. I ignore most of the things that they say about me since I couldn't do a thing. Sometimes I would try to do some come backs but fbut they wouldn't give a rat's shit. Their tiny little brains couldn't handle my full on logic.

Then we made it to camp. Damon and Patrick opened the back door. I squinted my eyes since I was inside a van for two hours. When my vision started adapting to the view I could see Patrick and Damon smirking at us like we were prey.

"C'mon out ladies" Damon said to us in a attempt to be seductive, it totally worked(not at all). Damon thought he was sexy and acted like he was sexy but the truth is he isn't sexy at all. On the other hand Patrick is sexy but he's very rough.

We got out of the van and I felt a slight pain on my ass. I turned over to see Damon smiling at me like the retard he was.

"Hasn't anyone told you to keep your hands to yourself?"

"Has anyone every told you how beautiful you look?"

The irony! I felt like I was dying inside already.

We went to the beach and soon my friends started taking their clothes off leaving them in their undergarments. I kept my clothes on and sat on the sand with a book in my hand. I found a book on the van while I was suffering in the back. The book was called Christine, some strange story about a car.

"Hey aren't cha going to come in?" Aine asked.

"No, I plan on reading. " I opened the book. "Also I don't want to drown or anything" I mumbled.

As I continued reading my book I felt the need to look over my shoulder. After getting to this camp I've been a bit spooked out knowing that this killer could come out any second and kill me. There's always that saying that it's just your mind playing tricks with you but I felt like it.

For now on I better keep watch, you never know who is watching you.

10:04pm

We started a fire and The blazing hot golden flames engulfed the wood we had in the middle. We brought snacks along with us. I got a marshmallow ane impaled it with a pole. I felt like a little kid again, doing thing kind of stuff, it felt...enjoyable to say at least.

Patrick wasn't being much of a prick, Damon wasn't perverted, and Aine....didn't change at all really.

"Alright guys I'll be settling in for the night" I got up and walked to the van. That's when from the corner of my eye I saw them popping out their beer bottles, looks like I wasn't going to sleep tonight.

I opened the back of the van and closed it behind me, I was finally able to do the thing I love best, sleep! It was hard for me to sleep on the ride because they were blasting some loud music.

I slumped against the pillow in the back. I was tired as hell, weary with the burden of long-closed eyes, I could of easily pulled off being a walking zombie, dead on the inside but subconsciously awake.

I was startled when the back door of the van opened. There stood Damon with his shirt off. Damon was huge in every way, wide and tall, legs as big as any adult's waist. In other words he was tall yet really fat.

"HHHHeyyyy....babeeee" Damon slurred.

By the slurred speech I could tell he was drunk.

Then he pounced onto me pinning me against the wall. "Let's have some fun ,ay?"

I tried pushing him off but all it did was make him more turned on. I shouted hoping somebody would hear but I was quickly muted by his hand.

"Shut up little slut, your going to enjoy this" he whispered. Then before I could even do anything I felt his weight disappear. I was shocked when  a tall man with mask holding Damon by the throat. Then with a snap Damon's body fell to the ground.

I let out a piercing scream as the man stared back at me. He extended his hand to me and placed it over my mouth. He smelled like rotting bodies and blood, oh god does that mean he killed my friends?

I thrashed and tried to get away but he kept a good grip over my mouth to keep me from screaming. Then I felt drowsy as I was soon drifting off. I guess I'm dead but I wasn't to be sure of it. All I knew now was something would happen.....and it wouldn't be good.