Urban

I was born from a campfire story. Well it started as a campfire story. First I was some run of the mill slasher. Some kid spun a tale about an ex-green beret who was never the same after 'the war' and fled to 'this very lake', after massacring a bunch of coeds after their fireworks gave me flashbacks.

That tale got passed around for a few years, and a few more camps with their very own, 'this very lake' and soon I wasn't a campfire story any more. So many people had heard about me and I became a rumor.

That many lips, and that many recollections of a tale from however many summers ago tend to put certain spins on a rumor. Wasn't long before a simple soldier with ptsd became something a bit more.

Why, wasn't there a article about a vet whose chopper was shot down behind enemy lines? Oh! You mean the one who had to eat the enemies he killed so he wouldn't starve?

No. No. You guys heard it wrong. He was a pow. That's the guy who killed every charlie in his prison camp with a single knife. Heard that blade claimed more than x-hundred men! They said this special ops... and so on.

Well stories that stop being told stop being around, sometimes the worse fate is when your story does too much changing and a story stops being itself.

If I wanna stick around for a bit I gotta keep being on people's minds. Two ways to go about doing that, getting bloody or getting work so....

Got any jobs for an ol' wives' tale?