Topic: campfire tale

Was board at work and started this little story. Just jotted this down so no grammar police.

Billy spent the summer weekends at his grandpa's farm. He did some chores and earned a little pocket change he also got to hang out with his grandpa who he admired very much and Billy knew spending time with him was really why his mom sent him out there anyhow.  The work was easy and the weekends flew by. The only thing that bothered Billy were Saturday afternoons just after 3pm the work would be done. His grandpa would go to town to have a drink with his veteran buddies and Billy would be stuck at the farm. the farm had no TV or anything for him to do really.

His grandpa didn't usually get back until 8 or so which was bedtime in the house. Billy would pass the time before he made his dinner by exploring the surrounding foothills and the ancient rusted equipment collection his grandpa has amassed in the barn. There wasn't much out by the farm but there was one place that he was told not to go and that was a fenced off field at the end of the south property line. It was part of the old Wilson farm which had been unoccupied well before his gramps bought the land 30 years ago. All the buildings had burnt or had fell down and the only thing that was left was this huge field with an old dilapidated fence around it and towards the middle on a little hill in the only spot not covered in weeds as high as corn was a scarecrow on a poll.

Because it was so far from the fence and in the haze of the afternoon summer sun Billy never could make out that scarecrow very well, what it looked like what it was made out of etc... one Saturday when coming back from a hike he approached the fence and saw an animal trail through the weeds. He figured it must have been made by deer and when he stood on the fence it looked to go all the way up to the little hill in the middle of the field. It was only four thirty and a good two hours before it would start getting dark so the idea of a little adventure was too much, he hoped the fence without a thought and landed right on the trail.
Any good should I finish?

Last edited by swollenguy (2010-09-28 11:56:16)

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not bad...   yes, you should keep going

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Keep goin'!! smile Interested in knowing what happens!

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continue please.

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hows this:
Billy started down the path he had to duck a lot in the beginning. The path was more of a cave through the brush at first. For the most part he could stand up straight as he walked just fine. The summer's heat and all the vegetation had made the air humid and heavy. He thought to himself how glad he hadn't had allergies like his cousin. As he continued the undergrowth got low and started to lighten up. He started to see glimpses of the hill as he moved along. He didn't know why but the closer he got an anxiety begin to build, there was a bad feeling to this place and little by little it was getting worse. As he got closer to the hill the ground became stony and there were fewer weeds.  He could tell he was on a grade now and walking part of the hill you couldn't see.  ahead the open clearing on top was approaching fast.

He made it not more than a few feet out of the weeds and he was standing maybe not thirty feet from the Scarecrow which stopped him in his tracks. It wore old work boots the color of dust, tattered jeans which like the tattered shirt were almost tissue thin where there weren't holes. They flapped against a stick frame that gave the appearance of bones. Arms stretched out over a cross poll in a crucifixion like pose with heavy rawhide work gloves at each end. He couldn't see more of the face then that it was stitched leather almost the color of sun tanned skin. Its head hung down and he could only see the side which consisted of one black socket and the sharp end of a twisted smile cut into the leather.

But it wasn't its forbidding appearance that stopped him in his tracks, something was wrong. at first he thought it was just the wind. But then as much as it didn't make sense as incomprehensible as it was he under stood why he wasn't supposed to come here; the scarecrow was moving.  He was frozen with fear as he watched one arm unhook itself than that arm untie the other all the while its head remained down. the one black socket he could see seemed to be focused on Billy. Its limbs moved disjointed and inhuman, the elbows and knees bent both directions.  It bent holding the poll with one arm and began untying its legs. Billy broke through the paralysis and turned around; he bolted down the path almost tripping on stones. He had had a long day and his muscles were weak and breath short but he ran as fast as he could. He didn't know how fast that thing could move but he knew he had a good head start.  As he approached the fence he had a feeling of relief. Until he past the last low hanging bow and could see sitting on the fence head lying to one side like a creature with its neck broken was the scarecrow. Its hands were grasping the fence and because of its overly long arms its elbow were bent sharp and high looking like those of a marionette. Billy stopped, not sure what to do. He looked on in horror as the creature raised its head from its shoulder both sockets affixed on him. Its mouth opened wide with thick strings of saliva, it let out a horrible screech.

Billy's Grandpa had gotten home later then usual and went straight to bed. In the morning when he didn't find Billy in the guest room he figured he got an early start but after finding no trace of him at any of the normal jobs he became worried and jumped into the pickup. He drove all the field service roads but when he got to the end of the south field by the old fence something caught his eye. Looking up on the hill it was the old scarecrow. Even though he couldn't see it very well he had been looking at it for thirty years and in that time it always looked one breeze away from dust. This morning however it seemed as if someone had just put it up there, its shirt wasn't flapping in the wind it even had the appearance of a belly like it had just been stuffed.

Last edited by swollenguy (2010-09-28 12:00:17)

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Excellent story !!!!!!

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Hey Swollen , I got one for you... what do you think ?

Bruce waited impatiently as Mrs.Warren,the owner of the building unlocked the door. Before turning the doorknob she turned to him "You are aware that none of your equipment may work in here. Many have tried capturing "evidence" and none have succeded." Bruce groaned inwardly. Stanton Asylum was said to be one of the most haunted places on earth. But as of yet no one was able to take photos, videos, or EVP of the hauntings. Many electronics were said to not work inside. Only a few grainy photos and videos with interference are on record. Many accounts of ghostly sightings and experiences, but no real evidence. Bruce picked up his camera and began taping "yes Mrs Warren, I'm aware."  She stiffened a little and opened the door but would not step inside. " So you are also aware that some camera equipment and sleeping bags have been found over the years and no one to claim them ? That missing persons reports state that this is the last place over a dozen people have been known to have been when they disappered ? "  Bruce thought this lady was laying it on a little thick. Obviously trying to ham it up for the show. He stepped inside. The camera seemed to be working fine.  The place was enormous and falling apart. It looked as if this was the recreational room. Tables and chairs everywhere. A broken wheelchair laying on its side. He thought this would make excellent footage for his paranormal show. As soon as Sheila and Darren got here they could really get going.
He heard the door shut behind him. He heard Mrs Warren say "good luck Mr.Rivers. I will return in the morning "

Last edited by MistressOf Horror (2010-03-06 16:07:56)

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I like it. Looking forward to the next part

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( feel free to add  to the story Swollen )


He turned and filmed the room. He zoomed in on the wheelchair. Bruce gasped. The wheelchair was facing the window, yet he was sure it was laying on its side a minute ago. . He observed the footage. Yes!  It WAS on its side. but what did that prove ? He walked into the hallway rooms were on both sides of the hallway. He assumed they were the patients bedroom. He spoke aloud for the camera. " I am now entering the patients quarters.As you can see, they lived in very tiny spaces and some of these rooms had pads and no windows. " He heard laughter . He spun around. there was no one behind him.He felt a cold fingertip brush his neck. He jumped. Nothing. He laughed nervously. Just his mind playing tricks .
He filmed the entire room. "folks I have just heard laughter and I felt something touch my neck ! " He had to admit. This place certainly had a creep effect on the mind. But after 2 years of paranormal investigating for his television show had yet to find any real evidence of an actual haunting. They usually just made it seem like they heard things or felt cold spots. Things the audience could not disprove and Darren was great at making up sound effects. So far his career had been very lucrative, but with so many paranormal shows out there he had to step it up. This place was his cash cow ! He might land a two hour special with this and get his contract renewed.
But now alone in this place he kinda felt like he was being watched. He shook his head to clear it.
Blew on his hands. It was getting colder by the minute.
He heard a scraping sound come from one of the rooms. It sounded like something was being dragged. He stepped slowly towards the room. He heard a whispering sound. The door was slightly open. whatever was making the sound was right behind the door. he could see a shadow moving underneath the door. He raised his hand to touch the door and paused. the whispering stopped.
"Hey what are you doing ? "  Bruce jumped . It was Darren and Sheila standing behind him .
"Trying to film a show! without your help ! " Bruce stormed off to the rec room. Darren opened the door to the room. Nothing was inside.  " Hey what were you filming over here ? "  he ran to join Bruce. Sheila rubbed her arms and shuddered. She didn't like this place. Actually she never liked going to all those other abandoned buildings over the years. But this one was different. This one was worse.

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Still a little shook up Bruce says "nothing just trying to get some interior shots for when Sheila does the history of the place voiceover later".  Sheila could tell something was bothering Bruce. She'd never seen him frightened by a location so she figured his grim look was due to their late arrival. He had always been a bit of perfectionist and micro manager. 
Darren asks "Where do you want me to set up the static night visions at?"  Bruce pointing to the hall "let's start with the famous hot spots: room 1213 and the infirmary." Darren grabs a handcart with two black cases and says "Sounds good lead the way." Sheila pulls a floor plan from her bag and leads the guys to the hall while walking Darren asks "So Sheila what's the story on room 1213 again?"

Last edited by swollenguy (2011-09-29 11:05:39)

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Great story Swollen! Would love to see that made into a short film!

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Love ghost stories! Having fun reading your guys's story, keep going!

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Sheila sighed. "apparently thats where the 'experiments' took place.  They arrived at the room. It was still  full of broken and rusted surgerical equipment . The tables had large leather straps. Darren took out his camera and began filming. Sheila began recording . ' From the year 1920 to 1946 Dr Ambury  took as many as 100 patients in that room and performed the worst acts imaginable upon these patients.. many of which were never given any anesthesia ... they.. they '  Sheila blinked. From behind Darren she thought she saw something move underneath one of the sheet covered tables. like a person moving under the sheet.. "uh, Sheila?  you were saying.? "  Sheila looked at Darren and back at the table. it was empty

Last edited by MistressOf Horror (2010-03-07 15:38:47)

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Sheila continued, "many of the patients that came to this facility were wards of the state. If they had families those families had brought them here to be forgotten; people are only missing if someone's looking for them and Dr Ambury knew that.  It can never be known how many patients actually disappeared under the Doctor's care since after the fire in 62 most records were destroyed. The quote unquote treatments he subjected the patients to were not condoned by the administration and mostly done in secrecy.  Many believe it was this secretive work which fed the rumors of the Doctor's involvement with the occult."

Sheila went on with the grisly history until Bruce decided it was time to get some investigational footage of him and her doing  EMP and EVP work in the room. Bruce while holding a digital recorder and looking at the camera, "alright if there's anyone here with us, we are not here to harm you.  We just want to ask some questions. Is that ok?" The lights on Darren’s camera flickered; he stops and examines it then tells Bruce they're good and to keep going. "Did you die in this room?"  All three hear a whispered "No." Bruce asks in dramatic form for the show if anyone had heard it and what it sounded like to them and then continues with the questioning.  "Did the Doctor harm you?" Again a whispered "No." this time all are sure of what they had heard and are feeling very uneasy.  Bruce asks, "were you alive in the 30's and 40s during the experiments?"  This time there was no reply at all. Sheila feels a little better for a moment until Bruce decides to rephrase his question.  "When were you alive?" The room suddenly feels very heavy and becomes bitter cold; a voice clear and icy as the air replies, "I wasn't."

Last edited by swollenguy (2011-09-29 11:06:46)

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A chill went down Sheila's spine.. Bruce spoke aloud  "so are you a spirit or 'demon' summoned by the doctor ? "  they all heard a quiet laughing.. "Is it true about the Doctor and the occult ? " .
"thats enough Bruce." Sheila said .  And suddenly her head snapped as if slapped.  "SHEILA !  are you okay ?" Darren rushed to her side.
Talking to the camera Bruce states that one of their team has just been slapped by an unseen force. He turns the camera towards his team.Sheila was crying .holding her face.  " I think we need to get her out." said  Darren.  Bruce rolls his eyes but agrees. they all head to the front door but it wont budge. " Did that old bitch lock us in ?? " Bruce yells  and hits the door.
" I think this was a bad idea " Sheila whispers to Darren. The room gets very cold and towards the corner of the rec room they see what looks like a patient sitting st one of the tables. A thin man in a hospital gown. shaved head. dark eyes. He's looking right at them. Bruce tries to film the ghost but his camera won't work. ..  He curses and tries checking the battery.The ghost stands up .

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"How about you Darren are you getting this?" Bruce asks. "No man my batteries dead, I am trying to find one of my backups." Darren replies while digging through his vest for an extra battery.  Sheila steps away from the guys looking at them with more disbelief than she had for the apparition. "Are you guys nuts, get me the fuck out of here!" She screams bursting into tears. Suddenly as if everyone blinked and missed it move: the apparition appears no longer on the other side of the room but face to face with Sheila. Its face looks of death, it grins. All of their lights go out Bruce calls to Sheila with sincere concern. Fumbling and calling in the dark they hear Sheila repeat of "oh god no" and an unbearable sound that only flesh could make. Sheila's oh god no's turn into gurgles then stop altogether. Bruce and Darren's lights come back on; the Specter and Sheila are gone. They look at each other and share the look that neither is going to hold it together much longer.

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Darren steps out into the hall.  A blood smear the size of a body runs the length of the hallway and into one of the rooms beyond.  A flashing strobe light seems to flicker within...  Darren swallows hard. He takes a step towards the room .  suddenly he notices movement near him. before he can turn around he is being manhandled and held down.. No wait , he is being forced into a straight jacket by two huge ordelies with grey skin and gaping holes where their eye sockets used to be. Bruce screams in terror.  They shove him into the room with the flashing light. A nurse appears at the door. Her throat is slit and her eyes burn red. She gives a malevolent smile. We have been waiting for you. Its time for your treatment.

Last edited by MistressOf Horror (2010-03-09 18:37:36)

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Great job Swollen! big_smile

Did your avatar inspire your scarecrow in the story????

Last edited by The Creature (2010-03-09 18:40:14)

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DeadByDawn wrote:

Great story Swollen! Would love to see that made into a short film!

Thanks!

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The Creature wrote:

Great job Swollen! big_smile

Did your avatar inspire your scarecrow in the story????

thanks, it did,

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Bruce bangs on the door trying to open it while calling to Darren. The light flickers from inside faster. He can hear Darren screaming inside and what sounds like a dentist’s drill. Bruce sees something moving at his feet. Its a large puddle of blood seeping from under the door. When the screaming stops the door opens. Bruce finds no trace of Darren inside. He goes back to the front doors and slams himself against it with all his weight until they give way. Feeling he has escaped  he bounds through the doors. As he runs past the courtyard towards the main gate he sees Mrs.Warren standing on the other side. He screams at her to unlock the fence. She turns startled and gasps "oh my lord." When he reaches the gate he pleads to her "its locked, hurry unlock it, let me out!" . she looks at him with complete surprise and says "but you cant leave." Before Bruce can scream at her he feels iron grips on his arms and sees the gray hands of the orderlies. They drag him kicking and screaming inside the hospital, the doors shut by themselves like the mouth of a beast. Mrs.Warren mutters to herself "enjoy your appointment with the good doctor asshole" as she lights a smoke and walks to her car.

Last edited by swollenguy (2010-03-10 12:05:02)

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good job !

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Walter was board it was another rainy day.  He had been stuck inside for almost a week and this is supposed to be his summer vacation. He was not a happy twelve year old. His best friend Eric had moved away right before Christmas. They had lived next door to each other since he was six. Now he didn’t really have anyone to play with, even if the rain stopped. He just stared out the window at the grim grayness.

Startled from his cloudy daydreams he turns to find his mom restocking his sock drawer. "Oh don’t look so glum, why don’t you play your video game or watch one of your horror movies." She says looking amused by his melancholy state.  "Because I’ve beat all my games and seen those movies a hundred times.  Can we go to the video store?" He pleads. "Maybe later, if you’re so board why not clean up your room" she says while turning to walk out to the hall and he turns back to his window perch.

A second later she pops her head back in "looks like the guy that bought Eric’s house is moving in, awful day for it but you should see his car too nice for this neighborhood."  Walter jumps up and bolts past his mom. His mind full of questions: Was it a family, did they have kids his age, what kind of car, a hot rod? When he got to the front window the moving truck was just pulling away all there was to see was a huge black Mercedes with pitch black tinted windows parked in the driveway. He knew grownups liked that type of car but he wasn’t impressed. But he stayed at the window hoping for a glimpse of his new neighbor and enjoying how the rain had changed all the colors of the neighborhood a darker tint.

one for you Mistress

Last edited by swollenguy (2010-03-10 20:12:11)

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It had been over 30 minutes and Walter was starting to get bored . The sun was just setting , the sky was a purple hue.  He was about to give those video games a try after all when he heard the familiar sound of Eric's back door swing shut.  The new neighbor was tall and he wore all black. Even a black hat. His grandpa owned a hat like that. He only wore it to funerals and it gave Walter the creeps. In fact everything about this neighbor gave Walter the creeps. He stood there and it seemd like he was looking right at Walter.





--you know the way to my heart Swollen

Last edited by MistressOf Horror (2010-03-10 20:09:34)

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swollenguy wrote:
The Creature wrote:

Great job Swollen! big_smile

Did your avatar inspire your scarecrow in the story????

thanks, it did,

Your welcome! smile

Keep making up stories and practicing the writing man! Go for a novel even, or a screenplay or something!