Mr. Stitches

Mr.Stitches chapter 4

We were out in the woods camping, having all the fun a bunch of youngsters in their early 20’s could have. I was me, Paul, Daniel, Ali, Liza and Adriana. Everyone in their last year of graduation.

We were bored of weekends ending up as late night parties so we decided to go on an adventure. 2 nights and a day camping.

We got there at around 6:00PM and the tent was set up in an hour. We lit up the campfire and the fun began. Guitar, songs, barbeque and dancing like there was no tomorrow.

We carried a shotgun as there were many rumors about the woods. From a crazy man who kills people by drowning them in the river to man eating demons, there was nothing left to keep people away from the place. But a group of youngsters, sick of life weren’t going to care less.

We planned to stay up late, except for Paul. He’s the kind of person who’ll do anything crazy, but not let his sleeping schedule be disturbed. We let him sleep and stopped the loud and crazy singing. It was about time we started telling each other ‘Ghost Stories’.

I started telling them about every rumor I’ve heard about the place. But the most famous one these days was about him, they called him “Mr.Stitches”. It was said that he targets anyone and everyone. His main game was, FEAR! He’ll scare the hell out of people by all kinds of creepy stuff.

This was the best thing we could’ve done. Night in the woods, by the river, all the friends, sharing stories about ghosts!

As I was busy telling everyone about all the stories about this guy on the internet, we heard, from a distance, a scream. Not a human one. It was more of a screeching, like a weird demon was roaring!

Me being the person I am, asked everyone to go check out what that was. At first, everyone was hesitant saying we shouldn’t mess around with stuff like that but my persistence got them to go with me. Daniel stayed by the camp, to guard.

We didn’t do the best thing we could’ve done, take the gun with us. We left it with Daniel, as we were four of us and they were just two by the camp, one of them sleeping.

We kept heading in the direction from where the sound came from till we reached the denser part of the woods. Here you can barely see with a torch. We heard the scream again. Everyone insisted on getting back to the camp but I laughed it off and went ahead, thinking of finding out someone pranking us.

I saw him. I saw a flash of him in the woods, standing there, doing nothing.
I came running back out screaming, “RUN! RUN! It’s him! It’s him GOD DAMN IT!”

The moment they saw me they started hauling in the opposite direction, there was a distance of about 50 meters between them and me. We kept running till we reached the camp. I was happy to see the campfire and slowed down a bit.

I reached the camp and saw Ali with the shotgun, aimed straight at my head! I said, “Aye man! Calm down, it’s me you see, that was crazy wasn’t it?”

“Stay back! Whatever you are, I won’t hesitate blowing your head off! Back off!”

I stepped back, more confused than ever in my entire life. I turned to my right and looked at my reflection into the river and it explained everything. Why they were running ahead of me, why they won’t understand what I say and why there’s a friend of mine pointing a gun at me.

I had no face… Just a mouth. All stitched up. Smiling, like a MANIAC!