Summer Camp Story

The story of Cropsy Part 2

Crouched behind some bushes, Domanic elbowed Surge as they spied on the Qfeast camp girls. Domanic was disgusted.
"Dude!" He whispered. "That is totally the wrong story! Where did she hear that? Cropsy didn't escape from an insane asylum."
"Shup up." Surge whispered back. "If they hear us, they'll freak out." Domanic's eyes glinted in the moonlight.
"That's a good thing, isn't it? Let's scare them!" Surge hesitated. Domanic elbowed him again.
"Come on, Sur, just for fun. Just a little bit. Then we'll let them know it's just us."
"I don't know." Surge said.
"We could make it up to them with icecream?" Domanic insisted. Surge quirked a smirk at him.
"Okay, let's scare them. Let's pretend I'm Cropsy." He opened his mouth to call out to the girls in a spooky voice.
"Wait! Let's go get the chainsaw out of the truck." Domanic suggested. "We can use it as a prop!"
"The chainsaw?"
"They'll love it." Domanic promised. "Trust me." And so the two crept down the road towards Domanic's truck.

"Okay, we left off with Randy hearing giggling behind him." Sapphire reminded her rapt audience. "Randy jumped backwards but fell over, knocking the breath out of him. The giggling grew louder and louder. Thin bony fingers wrapped around his neck and squeezed. Randy kicked and screamed but it was no use. Randy passed out. When he woke up, he discovered he was handcuffed to a brick wall. He heared a jiggling noise, followed by heavy footsteps. Heavy leather boots stomped down the stairs. Then legs. Then thin bony fingers carrying a set of keys. Then behold the face of Cropsy. He was thin, pale and wore an eyepatch. Cropsy reached into the shadows and pulled out an axe. Randy began to struggle. Cropsy laughed his crazy laugh and leaned towards him. The blade was pressed against Randy's throat. Suddenly, Randy slipped his hand out of the cuff and slammed it into Crospy's face! Cropsy howled and attempted to hack at Randy but Randy deflected the blade. Before he realised what he was doing, he cut off Cropsy's arm! Cropsy collapsed in a pool of blood and he lay as still as death. Shaking, knowing he had just escaped the clutches of a madman yet knowing he had taken a life, Randy grabbed the keys and unlocked his other wrist. Cropsy didn't move. He dropped the keys and they landed on the floor with a clank. Cropsy jerked lunging for Randy's ankle! Randy grabbed the axe and ran hearing Cropsy grunting, knowing he was standing up. He got to the first floor of the abandoned shack and saw...his counsellor's head! The rest of his bunk mates were hanging off of old hooks, smiling, lifeless. Randy screamed and ran out of the shack into the thick fog once more. There was a boat on the lake's edge. Without hesitation, Randy jumped in and decided to use the axe as a paddle. But to his horror he wasn't holding the axe...but Cropsy's arm! He dropped the arm hearing only grunts and screams from behind him. Cropsy's voice boomed from across the lake.
"I WANT MY ARM!" Cropsy was right behind Randy now, who was frozen in fear. WHAM! Cropsy cut off Randy's arm! Randy was never heard from or seen again. Every six years, it happens again, Cropsy hunts down a camper and cuts off their arm! This is the sixth year, my friends. Cropsy is coming..."