Butcher In The Cabin

1. How It All Begins-2

After the nightmare, I barely got any sleep the rest of that night. For me, it was definitely a sign of things to come. It wasn’t long before the sun started coming up. Little rays of light shone through my curtains. I lay in bed still partially under my covers; to be honest, I didn’t want to get out of my bed because I knew this would be my last day of freedom.

But at last, it was time for me to get up and get myself ready because I could hear faint sounds of footsteps and the sound of dishes clanging together, which let me know that my mom was up and more than likely cooking breakfast for my dad before he went to work and for me also. I was sure that they were both still mad at me, so yeah, I was somewhat scared to make my way downstairs.

Before long I didn’t have a choice, as my dad yelled for me, “Sam! It’s time to get out of bed and eat! You have a long day ahead of you!”

Damn, I thought to myself. I really didn’t want to get yelled at again, so I did the smart thing. “Okay, Dad!” I answered back nicely. I got out of bed and got myself dressed. “I’m on my way down now, Dad!” I ran downstairs and stopped right at the kitchen entrance as I had an idea. I was going to try and pout my way out of this whole summer camp thing. I slowly walked into the kitchen with my head held low and a sad look on my face. Nobody could resist my sad face.

Or so I had thought. Clearly it didn’t work, because my mom and dad completely ignored me. Oh well, I thought to myself. It’s not like I could do anything about it. So I took a seat at the table after trying to suck up by giving my mom and dad a kiss on the cheek. That too had failed. I gave up and started eating the food that was on the table in front of me, at least the breakfast was good.

I even tried to talk to my mom and dad, but they kept on ignoring me and talked to each other as they ate like I wasn’t even there. All I could do was sit there and listen in on what they were talking about. My mom looked over at me, “How do you like your breakfast?” she asked.

“It’s really good, Mom, like always.”

We pretty much just sat there eating and talking. I still didn’t say a whole lot though. I tried to think of things to say, but my mind had gone blank. Afterward, I helped clear the table, then I started my chores without so much as a word.

It took me longer to finish on that day than most, my mind was elsewhere. And I figured, what’s the point? Like I said before, it took me a while to finish my chores, and before I knew it, I was finally done. I decided to make my way to the living room and catch up on some reading before my journey into hell the next day. Just as I was about to take a seat on the couch, my dad told me to go outside because my mom and he had some things to do and discuss.

Bullshit, I thought to myself. As I turned around and proceeded to walk out the front door, I knew they just wanted me out of their way. Their excuse was that I needed to be outside more and get used to being more active because I would soon be outside more than usual. I wanted to yell and scream as I walked out on the porch, but all I could muster was a “Yes, sir.” And I quietly closed the door behind me.

The way I looked at things was, why start another argument? I was still angry though. This sucks; I’m sixteen years old, and I’m still being treated like a child, I thought to myself as I stomped down the porch steps and down the sidewalk. But then I remembered I had plans for today, I already had my comic book in hand, so I was ready to go.

What seemed to start off as another bad day started to look up just a bit, but for some reason, my anger boiled over inside of me. And I couldn’t seem to shake the feeling of rage. I started muttering obscenities to myself at first. Before I knew it, I was yelling at the top of my lungs, “How much longer do I have to take this s**t?” I kicked at the sidewalk. I kept on walking with a pissed-off look on my face. Hoping that when I got to my favorite spot, I would have calmed down some.

Still a few blocks away from my destination, the sun was beating down on me. It was hot as hell that day, and I was sweating bullets, but all I could think about was going to that hellhole, and that spurred on my anger. Then out of nowhere, I heard a noise; it sounded like someone was following me. I stopped walking and quickly turned around. There wasn’t a single soul around, so I just chalked it up to my imagination and blamed the heat and my anger as well, and I kept walking on.

My thoughts then turned back to having to go to that wretched place the next day. I snickered as I thought to myself, Guess I could run away. Then I wouldn’t have to go. It wouldn’t do me any good at all though, my parents would just call the cops. And I knew they would find me, then my parents would kill me. Or I would just chicken out even if I tried; either way, I wasn’t willing to take the risk and find out.

I walked a little farther down the sidewalk and noticed a huge tree in the distance; I was finally there. I breathed a sigh of relief and made my way toward the tree. It was nice as I needed a break from the sun and the heat; I smiled as I sat under the tree.

It was definitely my favorite spot in the world to sit and read my comic books. The tree was an amazing one, it was big and beautiful, the leaves were full and green and hung over you as if trying to cradle you from the sun, and the grass was soft to the touch and nice to sit on; it felt good to sit down relax and forget about what was to come.

I leaned back against the tree and stretched my legs out to get as comfortable as I possibly could. I opened my comic book and started to read, but I found myself somewhat distracted by my own thoughts. I couldn’t help but think about the next day. Believe me when I say that I tried to forget and read, but I couldn’t; the only happy thought that came from it was the thought of seeing my friends again. Yes, I missed them, that part I couldn’t help.

I just hoped they would be there. I couldn’t get through it alone. And another happy thought was the fact that after this year, my parents could no longer force me to go back to that damn place. Before I knew it I could feel my eyes start to get heavy. I fought it the best I could, but with the cool breeze and my body tired from my restless night, my eyes started to close.

That was when I had my second nightmare. My dream started off decent at first, it was my friends and myself at camp, and we were actually having a good time. Then that dream turned into a horrible nightmare; one by one my friends started to disappear into a darkness that suddenly surrounded me. It wasn’t long before I found myself all alone. I ran around in the darkness frantically searching for my friends or any other sign of human life.

I realized that there wasn’t another soul around; the more I searched, the more I found myself engulfed in the darkness. All of a sudden, the hairs on my arm stood up straight and a cold chill slowly ran up my spine. The air around me became thick and ice-like. I found that it had gotten a lot harder to breathe. There was nothing but pure malice and hatred everywhere I turned, and I knew I wasn’t alone.

Out of the darkness came a creepy and sinister laugh that shook me to my core. I tried to scream out. Hell, I even tried to run, but I was paralyzed with fear and could not find the strength to do either. After a brief few seconds, the laughter ceased. Shadows in the distance could be seen along with sounds of footsteps. It was too dark to see exactly what was going on or what the shadows were. I myself was still too scared to even think about moving. Then it happened: the laughter was back, but it was different, somehow playful.

I swear it seemed like there were little children playing a game with me, or perhaps even picking on me. I remember feeling absolute terror run through my body as the shadows came closer and closer to me. The laughter got louder and louder, then all became silent. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. That’s when I gained the courage to check my surroundings. I turned my head quickly in every direction. I took a sigh of relief thinking that it was finally over.

But I was just kidding myself, because at that moment I heard someone or something walking up behind me. I turned around quickly to confront whatever was behind me, but nothing was there! Right then I could feel something breathing on the back of my neck! I tried to turn to see what it was, but again I couldn’t move! It wasn’t like it was before where I was struck with fear, this time I had no control over my body. I couldn’t move a muscle no matter how hard I tried.

The worst part of my nightmare was about to happen. I actually started to see what was in front of me, and I wished I hadn’t. There were children in front of me poking their small bony fingers into my skin, making me bleed as they did so. That wasn’t even the worst part of it all. I think what got me the most was how these kids looked.

Their faces and bodies were burned and mangled, some were even missing their arms or hands. It was horrible. I couldn’t get away. The pain was unbearable as they jammed their fingers further and further into my skin. Then out of nowhere, this hideous face rushed at me, laughing that bloodcurdling laugh!

And that’s when I woke up, screaming as loud as I possibly could and sweating like no other. It was just like the night before. I wiped the sweat from my brow and calmed myself down. I leaned my head back against the tree and closed my eyes for a brief second; that’s when I heard a faint chuckle. I quickly rose up and opened my eyes; there was a boy standing over me.

I couldn’t make out what the boy looked like at first, that is, until my eyes adjusted. Just looking at him I could tell he was about my age, maybe even a year younger or so. His face was pale, or I guess you could say he was as white as a ghost. His eyes were black as coal, and they were sunken deep in his sockets. His lips were blood red, which I figured was very odd for his complexion.