You and your three closest friends decide to go camping. You arrive and set up camp nearly three miles away from where you left your car. Late that evening, as you sit around the campfire roasting marshmallows, one of your friends reveals a deep dark secret that turns what was to be a fun weekend into one of the scariest weekends of your life.
This is actually only the second or third time I have ever tried to write a horror thriller piece. Most of the thriller pieces I have written in the past have been action thriller.
I hope you enjoy this writing prompt. It is a little different than most of my work.
Riding in a car with four other people shoved together always gave me mixed feelings, now being around the campfire, I was able to be free. Sharing stories and being with friends in the great outdoors is the best way to get to know those you care about.
Jim stood up with a marshmallow on a stick and leaned towards the fire. For a second the circle was quiet as we all watched the marshmallow turn brown and then catch on fire.
“Dude, that’s on fire.” Someone yelled but Jim just held the marshmallow in place. He didn’t look up and at first didn’t say anything in response.
Then with his head tilted up and a sinister smile on his face, Jim started to speak. “I want to tell you all a secret that I have been hiding for a while. One that I need to get off my chest.” He paused for a minute as his eyes made contact with each of us. Something told me not to respond though, and I think the rest of my friends got the message too. “You know all of those disappearances around town? I have been practicing my ability to kill, to end life in various ways. All to lead up to this weekend. To a great hunt in the forest.”
Nervous laughter filled the circle. Ghost stories at the campfire had been tradition for ages after all. But when I saw his face I knew he was serious. Only someone with a mind for killing could have a face like that. I don’t know how I knew it but I knew it. Plus, the fact that there had been actual disappearances around town, it just clicked.
“The hunt starts now.” Jim said as he stood and moved slowly towards the car. So casually in fact, that it didn’t fit with his statement.
I looked at the other three around the campfire and as our eyes met we knew we had only two options. Fight or run. While Jim’s back was turned there was only one option. Run.
Hastily I grabbed Austin’s hand in mine and pulled her towards the tree line with me. For our first three years in high school I had had a thing for Austin but now that we were seniors I had only just started to flirt with her. Early bloomer, I know.
We disappeared into the forest but a loud bang from behind, I knew not everyone had made it out of the circle. One of the other two weren’t as fast as I had been.
Together Austin and I did our best to become one with the forest. We found a large bush that could serve as a hiding spot and were able to hide there until daylight. When the bullet finally came, the only warning I had as I looked into Austin’s eyes and took in her grey irises, was the bang that preceded the bullet by only a second.
The blood, the loss of life in her eyes was only mine to take in for a second before everything went dark.