A Short Siren Head Horror Story

The Campsite

Come on, Freddy! You never hang out with us anymore. You're always playing Atari! Go and have some fun, they all said. I don't even remotely like camping. I mean, sure, I'll gladly go to spend some time with my friends, and I did just get my driver's license, too. I guess it couldn't hurt to go and have some fun with them. After all, it's the first day of summer break. I've got plenty of time left. Besides, Mom and Dad said I should go, that I need to spend more time with other people instead of being cooped inside all the time. Ah, what the hell? I'm sure it'll be a great time.

John Parker, one of Freddy's good friends, was the one who invited him to come along in the first place. He was always trying to get Freddy to try interacting with people more often. It was always a problem Freddy had: he was kind of an introvert. Sure, he didn't mind spending time with others, but he just wanted some time to himself, too. But I guess we all need a little push once in a while, don't we?

Freddy was already on his way to South Point Meadows, driving along on the road in his white Ford Telstar. It was around nighttime, so he had to use the car headlights to see anything. At a certain point, he reached the South Point Junction, precisely where John told Freddy to take a right turn if he wanted to reach South Point Meadows. He followed John's instructions and took the South Point Junction. The asphalt road immediately cut off to a dry dirt road, leading him to a prairie-looking place. There wasn't many trees around this part, although there were a few random trees that stood out here and there. It's a meadow, I mean, of course there's not going to be many trees out here. I think John might have mentioned something about a forest being nearby, but I'm not entirely sure.

He finally arrived at a large billboard that read out, "Welcome to South Point Meadows!" It showed a large portrait of a wheat-like prairie, with many large trees painted in the back. I guess this is the place, he thought. John told me they were building their camp not too far from the sign, so I guess I can just walk there. He exited his car and turned off the engine, grabbing along his flashlight so that he could see in the dark.

Freddy began walking on the dirt path to get to his friend's camp. His flashlight did provide him with at least some light to see, but it didn't help with the somewhat creepy atmosphere coming from the darkness and the trees. What was even weirder was that it was summer time, but most of the trees he came across didn't have any leaves on their branches. Great job, John, you just had to pick the creepiest place to go camping at. Along the path, Freddy could see a large steel radio tower in the distance, with a glowing light at the top. John didn't say anything about this being here. Maybe they chose to build their camp somewhere nearby it.

As he was still walking towards the radio tower, he could hear a faint alarm coming from the depths of the trees. It was slightly foggy, so he couldn't get a good look at what it was. This alarm sounded like that you would hear on a radio broadcast if there was a tornado warning taking place, but it sounded much more jumbled and static that usual. It stopped after a few seconds, leaving the area filled with silence. I don't know what that was, but it's probably nothing to worry about. Better not get distracted or I won't make it to camp in time.

He kept going along the dirt path, and eventually arrived at the radio tower. There didn't seem to be any sign of his friends anywhere. I should probably keep going. As he walked further down the path, he noticed that there were now many more trees around him than there were before. These trees seemed to be pretty normal: they had green leaves attached to their branches, and looked stable. He could see the faint shine of the moon through the leaves, too. Come on, John, where did you guys stop at?

This kept going on for quite some time, and Freddy was starting to lose his patience. He had been walking for what felt like an hour and still couldn't find where his friends were. I'm just about ready to get out of here and drive back home at this point. As he was complaining, he saw a small, orangish light coming from the nearby meadow. It seemed to be moving around, like a fire. That must be them! Or if it's not them, then it's some other campers. Either way, it's a good sign! He started fast-walking across the grassy meadows, where he found the rest of the campsite.

There was a grey RV, a large, dark-green tent, and a tree log placed right next to the fire place. However, there was no sign of anyone. The only things that could be heard were the roars of the fire and the wind. Where the hell is everyone? Is this some sort of prank? Because if it is, this is not funny. Then, coming from the forest, he could hear a loud radio broadcast, occasionally cutting over static.

"Breaking News! A friend group of high-schoolers has gone missing in South Point Meadow Park. Officials say they are currently looking for them, and may take some time. One of them enjoyed camping and is a hunter, so if you find any missing campers here in South Point Meadow Park, please contact the authorities immediately."

What the hell is all this? Are they talking about my friends? And where was that broadcast coming from? This doesn't make any sense, I just got here. What happened here? A million thoughts ran through Freddy's head. He didn't know what to do next, so he started by checking the campsite to make sure that no one was there. He opened the door to the RV, and found that everything seemed to be in order. Nothing was damaged, but there wasn't any signs of any of his friends.

He got out of the RV to check the rest of the camp. Nothing looked wrong with the campfire or the log, but when he came to the tent, he nearly threw up. There was a large puddle of blood outside the tent, and it looked like the inside of the tent was soaked with it, too. Oh my God, what the hell is happening? This blood hasn't dried yet, so that means that this couldn't have happened too long ago. He checked inside the tent to see if there was any dead bodies, but all he could find was more blood. How did any of this happen? Where are my friends at? I just hope that John and the others are safe.