Game 12

[Tweek]

A small group crowds around a roaring campfire. It's a chilly October night in the Maryland woods. It had taken most of the day to hike to this spot and everyone is weary. The smell of burnt marshmallows and vienna sausages wafts through the air.

[emma08]

"god im tired" said emma, jesus are we going to hike just as long tomorrow? my legs are killing me. how much battery do we have in the camera asked tweek. "dude we could sit here and film ants for weeks and we would still be able to have enough to do our documentry!" sounds sweet said tweek. man i need a smoke aye, tweek you got any in your bag? yeah hang on.
while tweek was searching through his bag cursing and muttering emma could heard a soft sound in the distance. "oi shutup for a sec ay!" cried emma. wtf is your problem emma, thought you wanted some smokes? at that exact moment it was dead silent. both tweek and emma could hear laughter in the distance, holy shit cried tweek, where is that comming from? i dunno wispered emma, we already passed the cemetry back there do you think.. no dont even think about it emma, cried tweek. why on earth would someone be laughing in the cemetry?
i dunno said emma there are sick people in this world, but then again, who knows if its a human being.
eh dont worry about it its probably one of the folks people, oh wait thats right you decided not to let anyone know where we are. not even our parents. dude what happens if we get lost, noone knows we're out here! said tweek. god man the rumors must be true, you are a sook. plus like fuck it would have been a idea to go round telling the folks people, half of them are insane.

especially out here in Burkittsville.

[benbanwell]

Ben sat there looking at emma and tweek "Well i guess weve hiked alot today i wonder what heather,mike,josh wuould have done at this point"ben said in a hesatent voice hearing the noises.ben dragged out his pda andserched the files he had on the blair witch and the previous people who came up here.

[Tweek]

The night is cold. Colder than expected. No one wants to leave the warm reach of the campfire and crawl into a cold tent. The hour grows late; it must be after midnight now. Someone starts the "99 bottles of beer" song and real bottles of brew are passed around.

Somewhere in the darkness an owl screeches and flies away.

[benbanwell]

ben was haned a beer he still had his pda on he was makeing a video to send back home to let his folks know he was ok and that nothing had happend yet.

All of a sudden his pda flashed off and turnd it self back on it then played the footage of parrs house tha he had found on the net he was anylysing it for the group. tweek had askedhim to beccouse he wanted to see if they could pick anything up em meter there.

[Tweek]

Dawn comes quickly and sleep is interrupted way too soon. Sleepy-eyed campers emerge from their tents and begin to break them down. Tweek yawns, stretches his arms wide, and lumbers towards his backpack and his stash of Powerbars. He stumbles after only two steps and flops face-first into the dirt.

"Damn rocks! Who put these things here? So not cool..."

That rock pile wasn't there last night. He was drunk but not THAT drunk. He'd remember something like that. Somebody trying to be funny.

[thebodyelectric]

Everyone halts their morning chores and activities when they hear thrashing in the bushes. They are frozen in their places, paralyzed out of fear. An eternity passes until clumsy young woman in a yellow vinyl trench coat emerges brush. At this point the campers laugh at themselves for their childish fear and find interest in the weathered looking traveller. "Hi," says someone, clearly embarrassed, but the words are lost as the stranger comes closer. As she approaches the group of tents the campers they see she is not only disheveled, but dirty, soaking wet, exhausted, and wildly terrified. [insert name here] immediately rushes to her with a warm blanket and some water. Later, after a change into a dry change of clothes and some ramen noodles the stranger introduces herself too the group of campers. "I got lost looking for the property of an old house I thought would be great to photograph.. I heard some creepy tale from a lady at a gas station, and when I walked away I chuckled at the old broad. When I got lost my car conked out. It appeared I'd been driving for quite some time. I walked down the same road but it kept winding, but when I first came that way I could've sworn it was straighter. Obviously I never found the way back to town. It was getting dark and for some reason I thought that by taking a short cut through the woods. I didn't think it would take that long. Then I got lost, the woods all looks the same, and I swear it was stalking me--the trees or whatever. I have been traipsing around here for almost two days. Then I saw the smoke from your campfire and here I am now. I noticed now that I heard no animal sounds, traffic, not even airplanes . . . these woods are fucking evil"

The campers listened on with horror because thing that was in the back of all their minds was becoming more and more real.

[Tweek]

"That's a creepy story. We're planning to be out here a week, you can hang with us if you want. Town is back that way..."

*points south*

"The Parr house is one of the sights on this trip. We'll see it day after tomorrow. You really should bring a map when coming out here. Good thing I brought one."

Tweek reaches into his front pocket and pulls out a shiny wrapper.

"PowerBar?"

[Tweek]

No takers on the Powerbar.

"Aww c'mon. They're not THAT bad. Really..."

[Heather, taking a piss.]

"You should really try instant soup", a deep voice coming from the trees murmured.

[Tweek]

Tweek screams like a little girl and runs for his tent. After a few minutes he returns to the group wearing different pants.

"Don't ask..."

[Heather, taking a piss.]

With new pants on, Tweek didn't know what the group had been doing while he was changing them.

"It's purple day, not pink" - d'Mor replied with teary eyes and angry purple boots.

[Tweek]

"Damn! Well I'm still covered. See?"

Tweek hikes up his pantlegs to reveal bright purple socks.

"Are we ready to hike? The Parr house is a long way. We really should get going..."

[Heather, taking a piss.]

d'Mor looks around the forumahmCAMPING:

"Everyone seems to be dead", says, covering his nose. "No more beans for you, let's go before she kill us for contaminating her air".

The group packs up and start hiking to Parr's.

[Tweek]

The hike to the Parr house was uneventful except for Tweek's abundant flatulence, which was caused no doubt by the berries he kept stopping to eat along the way.

The house came into view in the afternoon. Only the stone foundation remains now, the rest long since rotted away. An eerie silence hangs over the place. Death had passed this way long ago; the spirits of the dead seemed to still linger here.

"Oh man. My stomach hurts. Who's got the T.P.?"

[Tweek]

Many photos and trinkets are taken from the house site. Tweek leaves a giant poo near a tree with an old stick figure swinging from the top branches. Some members of the group wander off to explore the nearby creek.

In the distance, a dog barks loudly.

[Tweek]

Night comes very quickly. Tents are put up in a rush and the campfire is lit under the glow of several flashlights. Tweek sits at the opening of his tent, slowly unwinding the bindings of a small stickman he cut down earlier in the day.

The barking dog heard earlier begins its yapping again. This time the sound is further away.

[Tweek]

The night was quiet and uneventful, except for the strange dream Tweek had. It had something to do with owls. And a woman's voice that whispered terrible things to him. Things she wanted him to do.

Someone is frying bacon over the campfire. There is much activity as hungry campers wake and emerge from their tents. Tweek remains inside his sleeping bag, his eyes shut tight. Trying in vain to banish the voice in his head.

[Heather, taking a piss.]

And the voice in Tweek's head, comes clear and filling every and each corner of hi body, gives him a demanding and mysterious order:

"... Go... Outside... Follow my voice... and then... take a pee and come back, you are the chosen one".

Despite the bizarre demand and the Star Wars connotation, Tweek did as requested.

d'Mor watched him enter the dark woods, wondering why would someone would take a walk at 3:00 a.m.

"Those are some fugly purple socks... -sigh-", d'Mor was getting wasted.

[Tweek]

A scream of terror. The sound of panicked footsteps through the leaves. The campsite erupts into utter chaos.

One of the campers has been found dead. The inside of the tent splashed with blood. A disembowled corpse discovered inside.

People scatter in every direction, leaving tents and backpacks behind. In a matter of minutes only a few people remain.

The wind picks up suddenly. It sounds very much like a voice now, a roaring howl that drowns out all other forest sounds.

[Tweek]

The sound of leaves crunching underfoot.

Tweek appears from behind a huge oak tree, zipping his fly and yawning widely. He stops walking when he notices the bloody tent.

"What's going on? Did I miss something?"

[Tweek]

Tweek stands at the opening of the bloody tent, poking at a bit of red goo inside with a long stick.

"Eww. That's gotta hurt. Wonder who that was?"

He turns back towards the group and smiles. His face is a happy grin but his eyes are cold and lifeless. The wind dies down as if on cue, and Tweek's voice is now barely above a whisper.

"...never...given... "

[Tweek]

Tweek bursts into childlike laughter at the sight of the horrified faces staring back at him. He drops his bloody stick to the ground and draws a large hunting knife from his belt.

"I'm going to my tent now. Whoever disturbs me before dawn gets introduced to my friend here. Nighty-night all..."

He crawls into the waiting tent. Then there is silence.

[Tweek]

Tweek opens his eyes the next morning to find himself looking up at the ancient trees. He sits up slowly and looks around.

He is alone in a small empty clearing where the campsite was the night before. But no trace of the campers or the tents remain. Even the spot where the campfire was is empty. Grown over with tall grass, as if a fire had never been there. For a moment he wonders if this is a dream.

"I wonder if this is what happened to Josh" he says aloud. And at that moment a voice answers. The woman's voice. In his head.

Tweek stands up and turns to face south. Still clutching the bloody knife from the night before, he marches into the woods and vanishes from sight.

[Heather, taking a piss.]

"Wattermellon and cocobeans"- the voice says with lush accent.

Tweek wonders.