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House Across the Lake 3
by Paul G. Jutras
A freshly painted bus roared over the old dirt road. The words "CAMP
THUNDERCRACK" written across the side of the bus were almost
hidden by the dust and gravel thrown up from the road as it journeyed
through the woods with a fresh batch of camper kids inside.
Pushing the blonde hair out of her face, Lesley and the other campers all
sung "100 bottles of beer on the wall" as they clapped their hands together.
A boy named Jason was eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and
dripped jelly onto his camp T-shirt.
"Have you heard the stories?" Jason asked between bites. "That the camp
closed ten years ago when the campers and counselors all disappeared?"
"I know your name is Jason," Ann said as she polished her nails. "But the
last thing we need is you to pretend that you?re acting in a new Friday The
13th movie."
Lesley thought of what camp would be like. She was determined to have
the most fun she ever had, unafraid to try any activity the camp offered.
She recalled the camp brochure mentioned swimming, archery, and
horseback riding. She only hoped it would be as good as the brochure
claimed.
The driver sped up on the down slope. In the far distance, Lesley could
finally see the totem entrance of the camp?s main gate above the trees.
Suddenly the driver slammed his foot on the brake. The tires squealed to a
halt in front of the camp, sending all of the passengers flying against the
seat in front of them. Lesley wished that the camp had invested in seat
belts for the bus.
As the driver pulled open the door, the group stepped out in a large open
area. The bus was parked beside the totem poles, which held up the camp
sign. The woods that surrounded the camp were green and cheerful.
"Here." The driver grumbled, taking the campers' stuff from the luggage
compartment. His strength hardly seemed human as he piled the bags on
top of one another. Lesley watched as kids smaller than she looked buried
in their bags as they carried their stuff away from the bus.
"That?s strange," Ann said as she put her cell phone down while Lesley
struggled to get her bag out of the bottom of the pile while other campers
rushed over to meet with their counselors. "My portable phone doesn?t
seem to work here."
"Hello," a young man said in a creepy voice. "I?m counselor John and this
is counselor Mary. Welcome to camp."
The two stood with clipboards in one hand and pencils behind one ear.
They had a whistle around their necks and wore T-shirts with the camp
name on it. Pointing with one finger they took a silent head count of the
new arrivals. "Okay listen up! When we call out your name, you?ll be
assigned to a cabin."
"Okay, I can do this," Lesley muttered as she struggled to pull her duffel
bag out from beneath the pile while the counselors began calling out
names and assigning cabins to the new campers.
"Let me help," The driver said, as with his strength he had no trouble
sliding out the bag from the pile. "Where you from?"
"Beverly Hills." Lesley replied.
"Figures."
"I?m glad you all chose to join our group," John spoke loudly. "First we?ll
drop you boysoff at your cabins. Once everyone is settled in, you can join
the others at the lake. There will be more to do here than you can possibly
image."
As John raised his clipboard, he looked over at a cabin and made two
check marks with his pencil. The cabin sat upon a hill and looked haunted.
Lesley couldn?t help but notice the odd smile that formed on the
counselor?s face as he turned toward her.
"Lesley Warren?"
Lesley grabbed her stuff and stepped out of line when she heard her name.
Mary pointed to the cabin on top of the hill. "You and Ann will be sharing
that cabin." She bellowed. She then made another mark and headed for the
next cabin. "Rest of you follow me."
Soon the screams of joy echoed in the tall ceiling of the mess hall. Many
of the kids sat elbow to elbow trying to make room for one another while
the rest ran about screaming at that the joys of freedom from a year of high
school.
"Mom, Mom are you there?" Ann said into her cell phone without an
answer. She turned to Lesley. "I promised mom I?d call as soon as I got to
camp. I hope she isn?t worried when she doesn?t hear from me."
"Can?t you use the camp phone?" Lesley asked.
"I read the camp phones are for counselors only," Ann replied. "They only
use it in an emergency like a bear attack."
After a hardy lunch, the sound of fencing swords clanged against one
another near the dark lake water. While Jason and a boy named Steve went
at it, Lesley paused briefly on the small green dock at the edge of the lake,
rowboats tied to its supports.
As Steve pinned Jason to the ground, they shook hands and Lesley walked
over just when Jason turned about and asked: "Who?s next?"
Before Lesley knew what was going on, Steve and Ann were helping her
suit up in the fencing mask and pads. No sooner than the foil was in her
hand, than Steve started to take a whack at her.
Lesley ducked and jumped the sword several times to avoid being hit.
Never having fenced before, it was only a matter of time before she tripped
over a log and was pinned by the blade to the ground. After she was helped
up, she walked up to her friends and put an arm on their shoulders. They
then went off together.
That was when Lesley noticed the old house. "What?s the big deal about
an old abandoned house? The bus driver told us when we started out to
stay away from Sensational Swimwear. I wonder why?"
The wind started to pick up in her face.
"I?ll look in on the boys later," a lifeguard said, returning to his station
while Lesley and the others returned to their cabin. Inside Lesley saw that
they weren?t the only ones in the cabin. They saw a girl in a gray satin
dress, suntan nylons and a pair of Mary Jane shoes putting on her lipstick
with a mirror held by green finger nails. Standing behind her in a baseball
cap was a real tomboy type.
"I?m Hallie, cabin 7," he said.
"I?m Lesley and this is Ann. We?re your new bunkmates." Lesley
explained, but couldn?t help but stare out the window at the house across
the lake. Hallie started for the cabin and then stopped and turned toward
the others. "You know the rules? They won?t let you go across the lake.
And they won?t let you phone home. The only phone?s in the nurse?s
office."
"So, is there anything else we should be aware of?" Ann asked, walking
back toward the cabin with Amy. "Lights out is up to us," Hallie replied as
she gathered some fashion magazines. "Just think of it as a never ending
slumber party."
"You can do your nails if you wish." Amy muttered. "I hear that a poker
game is going on over with the boys."
At the same time in one of the boy's cabins, Jason and Steve were playing
poker with their new roommates. Jason proved that while Steve was better
with the blade, he was best with a deck of cards. "That?s it."
The girls walked through the woods. Reaching the cabin, they noticed the
light inside was moving about. The cheers of the crowd inside made Amy
sure she had the right place.
"Oh, man," complained a new boy in the cabin. He set his cards aside and
looked over from the his bed. "What do you girls want here?"
"To beat you at your own game." Amy smirked. "Go ahead and shuffle."
"Knew it," he grumbled as he dealt her in. When the game was down to
just the two of them, he looked up and smiled. "I tell you what. Loser
jumps into the lake after the game...naked."
Before anyone could say anything, Amy spoke up. "Hope you like your
baths cold. A royal flush!"
"Real impressive." Steve joked.
Everyone soon went down to the docks where Jason began unzipping. Just
as he was ready to step off into the water, he spun around and grabbed
Amy?s arm. He then stepped backwards and pulled her in with him.
The two started laughing as she stripped off her own clothes to join him in
a little kissing and skinny dipping. The cold lake water aroused Amy?s
nipples and proved her to be more of a girl than her friends first thought.
"C?mon you two," Lesley said. "If you two get caught out there like that,
you?ll be booted out before camp even begins. Besides we have to get to
the campfire. Maybe we can learn the secret of that house."
"Probably nothing to learn," said Steve.
"Whoa! You don?t know that!" Lesley said as she walked Amy to the
cabin to change. "There just might be a connection between what
happened ten years ago and that house. I?m pretty sure something is going
on at this camp."
Lesley suddenly ducked as a bat flew in the cabin. Steve had grabbed a
tennis racquet and tried to swat the flying rodent. Hallie and Amy just took
a seat on their bunks with amused looks on their faces. Amy started
stuffing her face with potato chips and Adam was holding a bottle of water
in one hand. Lesley had a feeling that CAMP THUNDERCRACK wasn?t
like any summer camp that she had been.
Then the bat swooped down without warning and nearly landed on top of
her head. She couldn?t help panicking. "Hey!"
"Hold still." Amy said, taking careful aim and swinging the tennis racquet.
As the bat flew off , the racket hit Lesley on top of the head. "I got it!"
"Oww!" she rubbed the top of her head. "Get it...not me."
"Open the window while I try to scare the bat out!" Lesley cried. Rolling
up a magazine she tried to swat the bat, hoping for better luck than Steve.
The two of us only ended up swatting each other as Adam opened a
window. The rolled up paper swished the air as she chased the bat outside.
"I have a feeling that it?s going to be a long summer."
Amy just flashed a really weird smile and grabbed a bag of marshmallows
as she walked out the door. She stopped as she passed the other girls and
said: "Too bad." The smile left her lips. "Best not be late," she added.
"Counselor Mary doesn?t like campers who show up late for the nightly
camp fire."
Hallie started off and Ann quickly joined her. "If this wasn?t so creepy it?d
almost be funny." Lesley thought to herself. "Where do you think that bat
came from?"
Ducking their heads, the girls tried to keep the low branches from
smacking them in the face. "Don?t worry," Lesley said. "I?m sure that
there's a logical explanation to what?s going on."
Finally they reached the evening camp fire. The groups were sitting in a
circle on logs, separated by their counselors. John started the campers off
with a camp song , "Michael Row Your Boat Ashore," but Lesley had
other things on her mind. She could see Susan sitting in the group across
from me.
Then John gave the girls one creepy look. "How would you like to hear a
scary camp story?" he asked in a weird voice.
The silence was broken with the chirping of crickets.
John just kept starring with his eyes darting from one group to another.
"Does anyone know why you?re not allowed across the lake?"
All the campers looked at each other in complete silence. Lesley just
stared at John with intense interest. Gathering important information was
what any good detective would do. Counselor John was telling the one
camp puzzle story Lesley wanted to hear.
John took a bit of his roasted marshmallow, keeping everyone in suspense.
"The people who died in that house own the property the camp was built
on. Rumors have it, they?re buried in the cemetery on the other side of the
lake."
"So what?" Steve said.
"The camp reminds them that they are no longer alive," John said. "That?s
why it is said that their ghosts haunt that house across the lake every
summer. They watch over the camp like they did when they were alive."
"Ghosts?" The word made Steve burst into laughter. "No kid in their right
mind would believe such a story." He whispered to Lesley.
"That?s why nobody is allowed to hike anywhere near that house during
the course of their stay." John said, keeping his weird smile plastered on
his face. While Lesley knew Steve was right about ghosts not existing, she
also knew John was hiding something.
"The first counselor to go near that house was never the same again." John
went on. "He was hiking on his own when he found himself near the
house. When the camp employees found him the next morning, he
couldn?t even speak. He was rushed to the camp nurse as fast as possible,
but she couldn?t find a pulse when he arrived. "
"How did he die?" I asked.
"That?s the mysterious part." John said. "Nobody knows if he died or not.
When the nurse when to examine his body... it was missing."
"Yeah, right," muttered Lesley.
"How do you know this?" Ann asked.
"The counselor who vanished," John began; he paused for dramatic
effect.. His skin started to melt off his face. "Was me."
Ann jumped up from the log, and backed away from John.
Everyone laughed.
Lesley glanced over at John. He was removing his actors make-up and
laughing his head off. "Sucker! We really had you going, didn?t we?"
Lesley couldn?t help but laugh at herself. They all had fallen for one of the
oldest camp jokes around. She was sure that all the campers that arrived
the week before were in on it.
John took a bite out of one final marshmallow and then stood up.
"Everyone fall out to their bunks," he grinned his weird grin. "While this
camp doesn?t have an official lights out, I suggest you get ready for a big
day ahead."
"It?s something we do to a chosen first timer," explained counselor Mary.
"Right." John said. Giving Ann a pat on the shoulder, he smiled at both
Hallie and Amy. "None of the past late arrivals were more fun to fool than
you. Boy, were you an easy target. Looks like your bunkmates were a real
help putting you in the correct frame of mind."
The next day at the lake shore, Lesley stared at the house across the lake.
She was impressed with the great joke that counselor John and the others
played on her. She didn?t see the shadows of one of the camp?s lifeguards
fall over her. "In the water, kid."
"Here I go." Lesley said as she jumped off the dock and swam through the
dark water. It didn?t take long for goosebumps to appear on her arms. She
felt the familiar feeling of being watched as she moved away from the
shore. She had to remind herself that the near drowning was all part of the
joke. The picture of the lifeguard pulling the camper from the lake filled
her head. She remembered John?s face melting and how scared she felt...
more scared than she ever had been in her life.
"Could John have gotten this lake any more frigid?" Jason joked. He
looked around only to see Lesley way out in the middle of the lake. She
didn?t have any idea just how far out she had gone.
Steve peered behind her.
A green slime oozing on the surface of the lake started to come up behind
Lesley. As she wasdoing the back float, it was about to take her unaware.
"Hey!" Steve cried out as he tried to stay afloat and pointed at the slime at
the same time. His voice echoed in Lesley's ears. As Steve got her
attention, she sat up and glanced over her shoulder. Panicking, she tried to
swim for the dock. Not knowing what it was, she could only think of
getting away from it. Each time she opened her mouth to scream, she
swallowed water. Her blurry vision saw Steve heading in her direction.
"What, what?s going on?" Lesley gasped for air.
"Swim," Steve cried, trying to reach her.
"I can?t believe this is happening."
"C- C- Cold." Lesley said, feeling the green slime sticking to her feet. It
felt like the bottom of her bare feet was becoming hard plastic. Just when
she started to go under, she spotted Ann up on the dock.
"Got you!" Ann said, dropping to her knees and reaching an arm out to
her. She had finished climbing on the dock and Lesley felt herself being
pulled free of the slime. When she looked back she saw the slime was
retreating in the direction of the house.
"No way," Lesley said with a look of fear in her eyes.
"Check it out." Steve said, climbing ashore. He jogged along the beach and
over to to the girls "It?s heading toward that old house."
"Weird." a previous camper name Susan muttered. "This can?t be another
camp tradition, can it? Part of another practical joke?"
"Perhaps there is a mystery to be solved after all." Lesley said. "I think
we?d better change and get over to that house."
"Count... me .. out." Susan suddenly spoke as if she was in a trance. Lesley
heard a hum that sounded like a bee hive, but couldn?t see one in the
nearby trees. "I...have...better. .things...to...do."
When Ann and Lesley returned to their cabin, they really wondered if the
lake was a joke. For their cabin had been toilet papered like some sick
Halloween practical joke. It wasn?t even the right time of year for such a
prank.
After cleaning the cabin, Lesley selected a pair of fine stallions from the
stables and she and Ann rode off to the far side of the lake. The girls were
surprised to see the camp being parked in front of it. "Did John spot us
riding off and come to get us back?"
The ground began to shake around the cemetery, causing some of the
gravestones to fall over. Caskets were thrust to the surface. They watched
a man get up from his grave and shuffle toward the cemetery entrance. It
was a wonder that such a bag of bones could even stand.
Its sunken, leathery head had skin peeling off its skull. The jaw bone
appeared ready to fall off and its eyes gave an eerie glow. Pieces of flesh
stuck loosely to its bony body as it moved stiffly forward. All around him,
other corpses rose up from their graves. Lesley noticed the dead look in
their eyes and the fact that; except for one, all the bodies were female. It
looked like Ann and Lesley were about to live the camp fire story?s final
chapter.
They felt a sense of relief when they noticed a sign on the side of the road.
SENSATIONAL SWIMWEAR
1 MILE
Terrified, the two oscrambled toward the house?s open doors. They were
moving at such a speed and in such panic, that they were tripping over
their own feet. Running inside, Lesley crashed into a pile of junk. A photo
album dropped onto her head and opened to a picture that read: CAMP
THUNDERCRACK?S SUMMERCAMP FOR GIRLS.
"What the?" Lesley muttered as her eyes shifted from the photo to the
shadow that had fallen over her. She was surprised to see it was Counselor
John. "Sir, I know we weren?t supposed to come here, but after than lake
monster, I had to see for myself."
"I see you found out about the part of the story I left out last night." John
gave one of his weird smiles as he reached up to his neck. He then started
to pull his own skin off as easy as the zombies they saw outside could. It
was then that Lesley realized that John was wearing a mask.
"Call me Counselor Janet now." their former counselor said with her
typically weird smile. "I didn?t die or really disappear. The owner of
Sensational Swimwear also owned the land that the camp is built on. The
owners didn?t like the idea of the camp going co-ed one bit. Since the
owner made a deal with the devil after his wife died, it doesn?t really have
to."
Lesley and Ann just stared in horror as Counselor Janet pulled out a
medallion and touched it to otheir camp uniforms. Jason and Steve
instantly could feel their hair growing down about their shoulders. The
hair on their bodies dropped off onto the dusty floor.
Jason just put his hand to his chest and felt the start of growing breasts any
graduating high school girl would have, when the beehive hum filled both
their ears. They fell into a trance, their minds forgetting who they once
were. The worst thing was watching as their skins changed from living
flesh to a shiny plastic sheen.
"Did I forget to mention that the house owner tried to double cross the
devil and suffered for it." Janet grinned. "You?ll find your new lives when
you're shipped to some department store as display mannequins to be a
sensual experience."
"That is so true." Josie smiled as she stepped out of the shadows. As her
glowing eyes looked at Ann, the young camper soon lost her ability to see.
With her life force removed from her head and arms, Josie quickly
destroyed those pieces of plastic. She then stripped Ann down and put a
bikini top on her upper torso and a pair of pantyhose on her lower one.
"She will make a good bikini and hose form." Josie smiled as the feelings
of the items being placed on Ann's now plastic body sent surges of
pleasure through her. Pleasure she?d forever feel whenever her clothes
were changed. The same would be said for the others that she and lover,
Janet would ship off to Apollo, Dursheer and other department stores.
THE END
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