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the last camping trip
By michelle p noble
Sunday, June 14, 2009

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this is from ym third book being published Short Horror Stories That Will Make Your Heart Skip A Beat

 

My girlfriend, Celesta, and I loved to camp. Or, we used to. We loved to be in the woods and to be around nature. I think it might have been, because in the woods and places like that, we had a lot of privacy. We usually stayed in cabins, but once in a while we camped in tents.

Celesta was one of those people who loved nature and animals. She worked at a zoo. I, myself, just loved camping because it got me away from civilization, at least for a while, and it got me with Celesta alone for a while.

Well, soon enough, you, the police, will find us here in this cabin, both dead. Celesta’s blood is splattered everywhere, as you will see, once here. I will not go to jail for something I did not do. I know my story, which I will tell you in this letter, will make you think me crazy. I truly am not and these events truly did happen. I also know that, no matter what I say, you will think I did it. So obviously, after I write this, I will kill myself. I just want it known that I did not do this. Read what I say happened, before you make your judgment please.

Celesta and I had just arrived at our cabin last night. We have been to this cabin before and loved the location so much. You see, I had chosen the location because I was going to propose to her last night. After we had set our stuff up and eaten, I did just that. Oh, how happy I was when she said yes! We soon made love last night, but that I won’t go into detail for there is no need.

Early, early this morning I awoke with her shaking me and whispering, “Kyle, wake up.” I could tell she was afraid but did not know why.

I asked her, “What’s wrong, Celesta, my love?”

She whispered, “Do you hear that rustling around in the living room? The rustling to me doesn’t sound like an animal but a human! Get you’re gun from the drawer, next to us, and go scare them off, please!”

At first, I couldn’t hear the rustling around, until I crawled out of bed and put some pants on. That’s when I heard it, and it definitely sounded

human to me as well. Then the bedroom doors handle began to move. I grabbed the gun and took the safety off of it. Celesta grabbed a nearby baseball bat.

This person, if you could call it a person, came into the room. He was caked in dirt and smelled of death. His clothes were falling apart. Even though he was covered in dirt, you could see how white his skin was. I could see in his eyes, and all they gave me was a blank, hungry stare. He lurched forward, before I could even aim my gun, let alone shoot it, and threw me on the ground. He was on top of me then, and I tried to push him off me.

I heard the crack of the baseball bat hitting him! He then turned his attention to my love, Celesta! When she had hit him, the bat broke into two halves. The man was off of me and after her in an instant! He jumped on her and bit her! She dropped the broken half of the bat she held. I got up and grabbed that half and with all my strength drove it into him!

He let her go and howled! When he released her, Celesta’s blood sprayed every where! He had bitten the main artery in her neck and she soon fell down, dead. The man, or creature, turned to me and I held my gun

, which I still had in my hand, and shot him in the head. Then, he turned into a pile of ashes before my very eyes. Now, you know what happened.

I called you, the police, to report a murder. But now, I’ going to take my life. I hear the sirens! Better do it fast, now. Hopefully I am going to heaven, to you, Celesta. Goodbye to the rest of the world.


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Reviewed by Charles (Carlo) Vella 6/25/2009
I actually liked 'The diary of a mother', felt the hurt and suffering. I would rename the title of the story as the ending was a surprise, the title seems to give it away - but that is only my opinion. I enjoyed reading it though. :-) Cheers Carlo


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