This chilling tale was submitted just in time for Halloween. Enjoy and leave your comments after the story.
Oh, and don't forget to lock your windows at night.
Scratchy - A Horror Story
Crack! A streak of white lightning shook the earth and seamingly got closer and closer with every strike to the unsuspecting campers as their assistant counselor told them a story. “One night, at this very camp, there was a new kid named Harry. He had just moved to Marble Falls and this was his first summer at this camp,” he said. “He only had 2 friends, a boy named George and a girl named Samantha (Sam for short). It was the night of the dance at the camp and it was all anyone could talk about the evening before it. ‘Hey, do you want to jump on the blob while everyone is at the dance?’ George asked Harry. ‘I-I’m not so sure…’ Before he could finish his thought, Sam interrupted him. ‘C’mon, don’t be such a party pooper!’ she pleaded. ‘fine, i’ll go.’ So that night, while everybody was at the dance, having a good time, the 2 boys and 1 girl were jumping on the blob, on the lake, without their life jackets.
“Finally it was Harry’s turn. He was about to back down and he turned around to climb down the ladder when George pushed him off the ledge. ‘C’mon, don’t be a such a baby!’ he snickered as he heard Harry’s screams soon became muffled by a loud BANG! ‘What was that?!’ George exclaimed as he peered over the ledge. Harry hadn’t come up.
“George and Sam jumped in the water looking for Harry, splashing and making noise.
Too much noise.
“A hand wrapped around Sam’s ankle and pulled her under the water underneath the blob and the last thing she remembered was long, wavy brown hair and greenish-gray eyes. One thought at that moment remained in her head as she drowned in the lake under the blob.
It was Harry’s face she had seen.
“George was scared. No, forget that. He was mortified. ‘Guys? Guys!?’ He yelled as he climbed the ladder to the dock. Should I tell anyone? George asked himself in his head, but that thought was shoved out of the way by many other ones. Are they dead? Am I dead? Am I going to die? Millions of other thoughts like these rushed through his head like a stampede as he ran back to his cabin and dried off. This is all my fault! Why did I have to drag them into this!? He thought as he sobbed into his pillow. Why not me?
“About thirty minutes later, the campers came back from there partying at the pavilion. They all settled into their bunks, unaware of the life-changing event that would happen to them later that night.
“There was a scratch on the mosquito net window next to George’s bunk. He looked out and saw nothing. He rested his head on his pillow once more. Another scratch. He looked out his window but saw nothing, again. Finally, at the third scratch, he went outside to investigate.
“Yellow eyes stared back at him. George was glued to the spot in sheer terror. They boy’s skin was a light gray and he had long, brown hair that had strands of seaweed entangled in it. George at first did not recognize the boy, but as he looked closer, his eyes had a greenish-gray tint in them.
It was Harry.
“George shrieked as Harry pulled him hair first into the murky water of lake LBJ. The campers had woken up due to all the noise and ran outside to see what all the racket was. There wasn’t even the slightest sign that a camper had gone missing, much less 3 of them.
“And to this day, Harry still lives in lake LBJ, taking more and more campers every summer, and we still have yet to find the bodies of the campers.”
Only 4 sounds were heard after that: Another crack of lightning, the soft hum of mosquitoes over the lake, the waves crashing on the shore, and a scratch on the mosquito net window.
It was Harry.