Dreams & Nightmares

Nightmare Six - The Psycho Camp

A tall bulky teen with messy hair pointing in every direction was involved in a criminal camp situated in a vast jungle, away from any city for miles. There were many trees taller than the buildings that consisted of the camp. The housing and dorms were all old rickety two story houses, the pale blue fading paint already peeling. Some areas on the buildings had lively, green mold or clumps of large pale mushrooms growing from the dampness of being under the canopy of trees. All the buldings were clumbed together over a few ancres of land surrounded by black metal fencing, around 8 feet tall and unclimable from its verticle style.The gate was in a river, the river's depth being a problem in itself as it reach up to chest hight with murkey waters. Guys and girls had their own dorms. He told me about a blonde girl with blue eyes and decent, pale, freckled skin who had her own dorm building for some reason. Nobody questioned it. The blond girl sent all the other girls to sleep that night, telling them to be safe. The girls all woke up syncronizingly, in the middle of the night. The night had a full moon as one glanced outside. The girl felt as if something was off. They headed outside, where suddenly off in the distance they heard whispering. It came from the direction of the blond girl's dorm. The girls trekked the uneven landscape towards the blond's door. As they creaked the rotting door open, they saw the blond girl sitting on the living room floor. They all came closer to the blonde girl as they noticed she was chanting something,eyes wide. The blonde girl just began screaming and thrashing, tears reflecting the silver moonlight coming through the window. Crying, it was noticable she was frightened. All the girls around her proceeded to pull out knives from pockets, socks, bras. The held knives, pointing them towards the girl. From outside, a noticable echo pierces the nightly jungle sounds as a single shrill bounces off trees into the night after a gushing and shuffling sounds .Many people in this camp get killed as they are all crazy, and there is no limit to what the residents do, as long as they do not try leaving. The messy haired boy who had also lived in this camp said he was able to make it out alive and healthy, as the camp allowed those who could get out during the yearly games, could consider themselves free. He said everything was okay as he had just crossed a river when time was up, legs muddy and hands sore after getting over the fence onto wildland on the other side, and made it into civiliaztion. Starving, hurt, but alive. 5 people made it out of the hundreds in his year. He tells me the rest of his trip in a classic homey hotel room, smelling of firewood and vanilla. He and I are sitting on a well made bed, both of us gazing at little lights in the night outside.He looked at me in the red silk pajamas. We both had them on, and he told me to lay down. I stopped glancing at the window and proceeded to lay down, looking at him. His honey brown eyes told me everything was okay now. Just to confirm it, he then told me everything was okay. Then I fell asleep,happy from escaping the camp myself.