Young Chris

We sit by the campfire, my best friend Verity and I. Not one camping trip I've been to have we told ghost stories but tonight we decide to try. big mistake. by the time we are ready to hop into our swags we are terrified. We don't usually get terrified of ghost stories or horror movies but we're in the middle of the Australian bush kilometres from any human life. Finally though we fall asleep.

A noise wakes me, the noise of rope rubbing against a branch. I open my eyes and to my complete horror Verity is hanging by a rope above me. I strangle a scream and watch her body sway in the soft breeze, then I notice the writing carved into the branch with a knife. I squint my eyes to make out the writing and make out the words don't sit up. I lay down for what must have been hours before curiosity gets the better of me and I sit up. Laying at the end of my swag illuminated by the stars is an inhuman creature, it's face resembles a boy of maybe fifteen but its teeth have been sharpened to fangs and the flesh on its legs had been eaten off leaving jagged pieces of bone sticking out. The smell of decay fills my nose and I see that he is literally rotting. I know who this is, its Young Chris. apparently he was once a normal boy but one day he went rock climbing by himself without telling anybody where he was going. half way up the cliff a boulder feel on his legs and after a few days he chewed through his flesh in desperation. he then smashed the bones of his leg with rocks, this drove him insane and he had been wandering the bush ever since, killing and eating people. A slurping sound came from Young Chris and the last thing I ever saw was him throwing himself at me. I always thought he was just an urban legend but now I know he's not.