Scout's Honor

                             Night #1 Thursday Night Jubliee “Monsters Exist. They are real. Not blood-sucking, hairy moon phase changing, an undead matter brought back to life. I have seen them, fought them. Sometimes they are the eyes staring back at you. They are the mirror of our soul. Our true reflection. Not of who we want to be or choose to be. Those choices we don't control. It is that which we are. Personal demons. Our soul harbors hidden truths we can not ascertain. One's mind is unfathomable. Monsters are the smiles we see, the tears we don't see. The innocence we lose or the guilt we gain. In our hearts, we are never truly innocent. We are all guilty even if we are innocent of guilty or guilty of being innocent.” The scout master smiled. “The lawyer then sat down. The judge looked impressed. After that, he allowed the scouts to become what we became. Earning badges, teaching skills, and mostly responsibility.” The scouts around the campfire all clapped. The master smiled. “Now scary story time.” The scout master began. “One night, about four summers ago, a man named Abraham Colder and his cult roamed these woods. They took over an insane asylum. Shady Hills Sanitarium. They killed the staff and residents. With no food, they ate the people they killed. After that, they hunted and ate animals raw.” He took a breath. “One night a group of scouts was in these very woods. On a night like tonight. That was when they attacked. Abraham and his followers ravaged the camp. In front of his troop, they cut down the troop master. They murdered all of the adults. As the scouts watched, they skinned and then ate them. As they were busy eating the troop master, the scouts ran away. Over the next five days, they were forced to fight their way out of these very woods. Not all of them made it.” The troop of boys gasped. “When the police came they found the small city abandoned. The only thing they found was the skins of the campers. On nights like these, they say Abraham and his followers return to reclaim their home.” From the darkness jumped out a guy in a mask screaming. The scouts laughed. “Good story, Scout Master Dane.” Dane laughed. “Well, I'm glad you boys enjoyed it. Better hop in those sleeping bags. We have a big day tomorrow. We are going to learn about traps and making arrows. You boys get to bed.” The boys headed to the tent. The seven laid down. Danny was tall for his age. Brown hair and glasses. His green eyes showed intelligence beyond his years. He was skinny and loved horror movies. He was scared of everything, but his vast horror movie encyclopedia was amazing. Next to him lay Damien. Damien was short and fat. He was sometimes called a toilet. Mostly because of him being short, round, and full of s**t. Steve was the athlete in the group. His room was full of trophies from every sport known. He also had the most badges and was the best in every activity. Ernest was the nerd of the group. He was talking about comics and role-playing games. He loved video games. As he laid down, he pulled out his Game Toy, turning on Nokemon. Then Stan got into his sleeping bag. He was the brilliant one in the group. His dad was a survivalist. Always prepared for a zombie apocalypse. The last two boys were twins. Brian and Brandon. These two were always fighting. They would cuss and play pranks on anyone and everyone. It was hard to get one over on as they are hard to tell them apart. Brandon laid down. “That scary story was total bullshit.” Brain smiled. “Yeah bro s**t was gay as fuck.” Danny snickered. “You shouldn't use that word it's insensitive.” Brain looked at Danny. “f**k off you retarded p***y. I can say gay if I want.” Danny frowned. “That's hate talk.” Brandon looked at Danny. “Shut the f**k up pussy.” Steve looked at the twins and Danny. “Why don't all three of you shut up? You're all pussies.” Damien laughed. “If anyone is averted from getting p***y to being a p***y it's every one of you bitches.” Stan smiled. “Good one dump house Damien.” Damien clenched his fists. “If murder was legal your mom would've swallowed.” Brandon gave Damien a high five. “Good one bro.” Ernest was annoyed. “Look I'm trying to train my Nokemon. All of you f**k wads quiet.” Danny looked around. “Let's all go to sleep. Tomorrow will be a big day.” They turned off the lights. “Night fuckers.” A scream woke the campers. They rushed out of the tent. Looked in horror as a group of people started stabbing Scout Master Zane. They all watched as his intestines spilled onto the ground. The followers started eating the warm organs and licking the blood off the grass. The scouts screamed. The group of killers looked at the scouts. Afraid that they would be next, the scouts ran into the dark woods. They left all their supplies in the camp. Hearing the group rummage through their stuff. They ran until they found a clearing. They were so tired they passed out.