Sunnyside Coast Summer Camp
Jasmine stepped out of her mom’s white, old, and beaten-up car, to have that familiar smell of sunscreen and salt fill her nostrils. The distinct breeze through her hair, the recognizable scents, and the beautiful scenery brought her back to last year’s summer camp.
“Oh my gosh!” screamed Ella, holding every letter for exaggeration.
“Yeah, I know I said I wasn’t going to be able to come, but my mom got a bonus, so she decided to let me go,” Jasmine stated eagerly.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Pigs to fly? Lets go!” cried Ella.
Ella and Jasmine ran towards the camp, forgetting to say goodbye to Jasmine’s mom.
The day was over, just like that. Jasmine threw her pink and blue sleeping bag onto the bottom mattress of the bunk bed. She started to slip into a slumber, but a girl who she had never seen before bent over her.
“Shh! It’s fine, we know each other. It’s me, Mary.”
“What in the world, get back, I don’t know you!” screamed Jasmine.
“Hush, you’re going to wake the whole cabin,” demanded Mary. Jasmine pushed Mary back, forcing her to trip and fall.
“What’s going on here, you two get away from each other before you wake everyone in the cabin,” demanded the cabin leader, pulling Mary and Jasmine away and tucking them back in bed. “How annoying,” the camp leader murmured under her breath.
Jasmine woke up the next day, finding that Mary wasn’t in the cabin. She decided to look for her, as she felt bad for her behavior of the previous night. Jasmine thought she saw Mary, but she was going into the abandoned cabin, and that was forbidden.
“Mary? Mary, I need to talk to you about last night, could you please show yourself?” Jasmine questioned.
Jasmine heard no answer, and was getting a little fed up, but as she was turning to leave, a mysterious cabinet caught her eye. Its white paint was cracking, and the door was broken, only closing halfway. She opened the door to find pictures of young girls, whom she had never seen. She flipped one of the photos over. The date revealed that the photo was taken on July 13, 1989. She also found weapons, including a collection of knives, and one of the knives was covered in fresh blood. Jasmine felt herself screaming, but no sound rang out.
“Oh Jasmine,” taunted Mary.
Jasmine whipped around to see Mary holding a knife, covered in blood.
To be continued…
By: Ireland Rathbun
Photo Credits: timber-lee.com