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A party out in the wilderness gets crashed by some unexpected guests. They\'re mean, they\'re big and their hungry for YOU!
Party in the Woods by Joe Solmo
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Transcript:
Tristian and Becca made their way down the wooded path behind Tristian\\u2019s neighbor\\u2019s farm. Josh and Emily went to bed pretty early, so for years Tristian had brought friends down here behind the farm to explore the woods. As he got older he explored less and came to the woods to drink and party with the girls from town.
Becca was new to town, just moving here a month ago. Tristian was infatuated as soon as he saw her in the hall in school, her long brown hair flowing behind her. He followed her after school trying to come up with something to say to her to spark a conversation. It paid off though, he thought as he sneaked a glance at her behind in the moonlight through a break in the trees.
She carried a bottle of Jack Daniels in her right hand, it was already missing a quarter of the brown liquid inside. She was more of a drinker than he was, he noted with a smile. He couldn\\u2019t keep his eyes off the way she walked, the curves swaying back and forth, it was mesmerizing. The swaying stopped in front of him.
\\u201cTristian, did you hear that?\\u201d she whispered to him.
\\u201cHear what?\\u201d he asked at a normal volume.
\\u201cShh\\u2026something in the woods,\\u201d she replied. \\u201cDo you guys have bears around here?\\u201d She asked with a little bit of fright in her voice.
\\u201cI didn\\u2019t hear anything. Don\\u2019t worry I have been coming here since I was a kid, there is nothing out here that can hurt us,\\u201d he said and smiled that famous smile that got him the girl on numerous occasions.
Becca still stood there for another moment, when she didn\\u2019t hear anything she began to walk the path again, but cautiously. Tristian snuck up behind her and grabbed the bottle from her hands. She let out a scared yelp as he laughed at her. He took a big gulp off the bottle, letting the alcohol burn his throat.
\\u201cAre the others meeting us up here?\\u201d Becca asked. She wouldn\\u2019t agree to coming out to the woods with a guy she just met unless others were going to be there. He scrambled to find another couple to come along.
\\u201cYes, it\\u2019s not much farther now. We got a little fireplace from an old house,\\u201d Tristian said. \\u201cIt must have been from the seventeen hundreds,\\u201d he said.
\\u201cSounds cool,\\u201d Becca said.
Thinking of the fireplace, Tristian frowned. He should be able to see it from here. He knew Greg and Beth were here already. He saw Greg\\u2019s car down by the side of the highway on the way over. Maybe he was just lazy, he thought.
The moon was hidden by the boughs of the trees above. Tristian made his way in the dark to where he knew the stone chimney was. He could barely see the lighter stone in the darkness. He felt around to the right where he stacked the kindling. It felt wet, but he didn\\u2019t remember it raining recently. \\u201cGreg if you pissed on our wood I will kill you,\\u201d he called out to the night. He hoped Greg heard him as he banged Beth, or whatever they were doing.
He grabbed a book of matches from his pocket after stacking the wooden branches into a small teepee shape, with pine needles and last fall\\u2019s leaves under. \\u201cI can\\u2019t see anything,\\u201d Becca said from behind him.
\\u201cOne second,\\u201d he said, masking his disappointment. She was one hell of a looker, but she seemed kind of annoying to him. He struck the match, which blinded him for a second with its brightness in the almost complete dark.
He instinctively moved the match to the pine needles under the wood before it burned out or the wind got it. He saw spots in his vision as he gently blew on the pine needles. \\u201cYes!\\u201d he called out as the fire came to life. It wasn\\u2019t piss on the sticks, it was a darker, thicker color. It reminded him of the bottle Becca carried. \\u201cHey babe, can I get a drink,\\u201d he said getting to his feet. The sticks were catching now and the light from the chimney was spreading. Becca didn\\u2019t answer him. \\u201cBabe?\\u201d he said and turned around.
Becca was standing in front of him, ten feet away with the bottle still in her right hand. Her widened eyes stared past him towards the chimney. \\u201cWhat the hell\\u2019s gotten into you,\\u201d he said and took a step closer, but she didn\\u2019t move. He watched as the bottle slipped from her hand and struck the ground, spilling its contents.
\\u201cWhat\\u2019s wrong with you?\\u201d he said grabbing the bottle off the ground to save its contents which he tried to pour down his throat. He stopped with the bottle to his lips. Becca still hadn\\u2019t moved. He started to get a creepy feeling and turned towards the fire.
The light from the flames illuminated the immediate area. The stack of wood he had piled there yesterday was definitely wet, but it was also red. It looks like something bled all over it. His eyes fell to just in front of the stack of wood and he saw the source of the blood.
Greg, naked to the waist lay on the ground, twisted in a way Tristian could only describe as\\u2026 wrong. His face looked behind him and several vertebra stuck out from a gaping hole in his neck. His eyes were wide open in fear, similar to Becca\\u2019s.
He turned towards his would be girlfriend, but she was still looking in the same direction. Tears streaked her cheeks and a sob escaped her lips. He turned back to see what she was looking at, and that\\u2019s when he noticed Beth.
Blonde hair mixed with crimson blood covered her young face from the caved in skull before it sunk into the opening that her missing lower jaw left behind. She was completely naked behind the wood pile. Tristian approached her body carefully. He tried to speak but nothing came out. She had large scratches or claw marks crisscrossing across her naked breasts at an inch deep filled with rivers of blood. One of her legs was missing. Just missing. How does that even happen? He couldn\\u2019t see it anywhere, but he did find her lower jaw. It looked like some sick bastard had tried to rape her with it, but all it did was tear her pubic area. Teeth peeked out from between strings of her mangled genitalia that hung from her body like the streamers on a five year old girl\\u2019s bicycle.
Panic started to settle into Tristian. He stepped backwards away from the mangled corpses of his high school friends. \\u201cBecca,\\u201d he called out. \\u201cRun.\\u201d He turned himself to run and saw a horrid sight. Behind Becca, who still hadn\\u2019t moved from the same position, stood three humanoid shapes. Their eyes reflected the firelight from the chimney.
\\u201cBecca?\\u201d Tristian managed to say before the creatures moved. In an instant two grabbed his date and held her arms back behind her. He heard a sickening pop as one of her shoulders were dislocated violently. The pain seemed to break Becca out of her shock. She screamed.
The third creature charged Tristian. He managed to land a punch on the monster but it didn\\u2019t seem to have any effect. It grabbed him and forced him to his knees, placing one of its large clawed feet on the back of his legs so he couldn\\u2019t get up.
\\u201cHelp me Tristian!\\u201d Becca called out. It was her last words. One of the creatures hands suddenly protruded from her lower abdomen, tearing out of her flesh with a violence Tristian had never witnessed before.
\\u201cNO!\\u201d he called out in horror and began to sob. He swore the creature holding him mocked his cry. Tristian saw the moment Becca died. He could see it in her eyes. The moment it ceased to be Becca and became only a sack of meat. It was worse than the mangled corpses of his friends, watching her die like that.
Becca\\u2019s body fell down to the ground. The two monsters fought over her, tearing pieces of her flesh off in front of him. The same flesh he was admiring just a short time ago. Tristian couldn\\u2019t take it anymore, he put his head down, letting his hair cover his eyes but the creature holding him reached down with its gray hand and pulled his hair until he once again was facing Becca.\\xa0
Not only did they seem to enjoy killing, but it seemed they enjoyed making him watch. He cried out.
When the two creatures finished dividing up Becca they began to eat. Tristian struggled, but the creature\\u2019s strength was too much for him. He clenched his eyes closed to block out the horror in front of him, but the creature seemed to know. It dug a dull nail into the back of his neck every time he closed his eyes, only letting the pressure off when he opened them again.\\xa0
Closed or open, he was being tortured. He kept them closed as long as he could take the nail digging him, never in the exact same space, then opened them until the pain from the nail was replaced with the evisceration of his date.
It seemed to go on forever. He couldn\\u2019t take anymore. He tried to move again, but the third creature that held him, did so diligently. \\u201cGo on, get a bite,\\u201d Tristian called out to his captor. It was the only thing he could do, mocking his torturers.
He had no way to track time, but at least fifteen minutes passed as he watched his date disappear piece by piece down the gullets of these hellish creatures. He couldn\\u2019t take anymore and closed his eyes to escape but his ears picked up on the wet, snapping of teeth through her flesh and bones. It reminded him of tearing the wings off a chicken dinner and it made him want to throw up.
The creature holding him down pushed him all the way to the ground. He opened his eyes and looked at what was left of Becca. At that point he did throw up, but it had nowhere to go being forced down to the ground. He breathed in his own vomit and t'