Allen: Scary Story 1
by Allen circa 2006
While camping at El Capitan Beach, we drew words from a hat and had to construct a 'scary' story
Thunder - Brain - Wings - Witch - Scary Tree - Eyes - Butchered - Smelly
Thunder split the clouds as we drove into town. What was supposed to be a camping trip... soon would be discovered to be much more. An experience that I never would have imagined was real. Something ungodly was going to happen before our eyes.
There were five of us. Two adults, one boy and two girls, who were all anxious to explore the beach, never realizing the extent of pain and mayhem which would soon be realized and change all of our lives forever.
Beneath what the boy named Joey called a very scary tree was the only place to setup our tent as the wind was blowing that fateful evening of our arrival. Together as a team we grabbed at the corners of the tent in an effort to drive spikes into the grommets which were sewn into the four corners. One by one they went in as my brain was consumed with the task at hand. Little did I realize what I was doing. Not once did it cross my mind that something so normal could have been the beginning of a weekend which would soon drive the survivors of this ill-fated camping experience to God’s love and kindness.
Within hours of constructing the tent and filling it with sleeping bags, snacks and water we realized the girl named Michelle had very bad stomach cramps. What started with one sharp pain quickly began to grow until this little girl lie crumpled up in the corner of the tent with both hands clutching her stomach. At first, it seemed to be nothing more than a stomachache but it quickly grew more intense. It quickly grew into something so dreadful no one would believe the torment that was felt as we all tried to comfort this smelly little girl who had an odor about her that couldn’t be clearly described. The musty odor quickly filled the tent as it came to me. The smell could resemble the smell one might find in a slaughter house where cattle are butchered. Where blood runs all around you in pools and cattle are slit from ear to ear as the blood drains down the long stainless steel troughs. Where men with no conscious or should I say consciousness do jobs of inflicting pain on the helpless animals God gave us to cherish. But these men don’t.
As we gathered around Michelle and asked her where the pains were it was described to be in the corners of her belly. Each corner of her stomach seemed to be growing bubbles under the skin as they burst, one by one, spewing their red plasma, streaming into our faces and saturating the very fibers of the tent as she cried out in pain. With comforting hands my girlfriend Schmulia lifted her into her arms in an effort to ease the pain and fear that was clearly visible in her eyes.
“What is this” Schmulia exclaimed as she noticed two protruding bumps forming on her back, by this time several inches in length and still growing as she cried out.
We all jumped up together to examine the back of the little girl Michelle which, to our amazement by this time grew to two humps of approximately twelve inches in length still rapidly growing. Within a few more minutes it was clear. Hair was enveloping these two evil protrusions and black bat like webs were forming. “They are wings” I exclaimed as I jumped back towards the door of the tent.
With blood forming on her lips as moisture on a window Michelle suddenly sat up and spat towards the wall and floor of the tent, gushing blood and bile over the plastic insides of this catacomb of hell we had erected just a few hours earlier. “I will get even” she screeched in a voice unlike her youthful age. “I will get even with all of you who ravish my soil. You who think you are so powerful are nothing to me. You are all evil and I will make you pay with your souls. The spikes you drove into the ground were actually being driven into my belly because I am the witch of El Capitan Beach and my family for thousands of years has protected this sacred land and now it is mine to continue their legacy.”
“Schmulia, let her go” I exclaimed as I hurried to unzip the door of the tent in an effort to escape this nightmare we found ourselves in. With the fabric sticking to the small teeth of the zipper it wasn’t opening, it was stuck. There seemed now to be no way out of this hell as my confused, fearful eyes darted around the tent in search of a weapon. “Take this” screamed the little girl, Sasha as she handed me a small kitchen knife which was the only weapon of any kind within sight. She flung it towards me into the air as I dove for it, clutching it in the palm of my hands in anticipation of a battle like nothing I had ever undertaken before.
Michelle I exclaimed, “Take this” as I drove the short knife into her right eye. “Yowch” she screamed in pain as the blood continued to drain down the four corners of her chest and saturate the shirt she was wearing which was at the very moment it all became clear to me. The blood saturating her shirt was positioned in the exact same places as the spikes which were placed in the corners of the tent we constructed not one hour earlier. I realized that Michelle could not have been human and had to be a witch. I realized what Michelle was trying to tell us about the spikes, the ground, and the placement of the wounds on her chest and how they all coincided.
“I scream but it does not hurt me” Michelle confided in us. “And Michelle is not my real name” she exclaimed as she pulled the knife from my hands and plunged it just above her eyes, at her hairline and began to carve while apparently feeling no pain as the blood dripped down her forehead, filling the remaining left eye with the scarlet red of the devil’s blood. Her tongue protruded from her mouth as the blood quickly crept into her mouth and plunged down her throat. “My real name is Lucifrates, daughter of Lucifer himself and I live to be a thousand years old as nothing can kill me, nothing can stop me for I am the daughter of the devil and am placed upon this land to protect it and harm all who trespass upon it.”
The skin above her forehead was now split as she drove the short knife into her face from ear to ungodly ear and began to dig her fingertips into the flap of skin, which was once her smooth, unblemished forehead. With the sounds of ripping flesh she pulled and tugged the flap of skin down, over her eyes and lower. Ripping it off like a Halloween mask, she yanked at the skin uncovering a bloody red, meat and bone covered face with nothing but raw red meat for protection and veins popping out of her cheeks. “You see, you mere mortals, I am Lucifrates and I have no face. I am the nightmares you have in the night that you are afraid to share with others. The nightmares that make your heart leap out of your chest and cause it to stop. I am now going to butcher each one of you as you are trying to hold me down but will soon become powerless against me.”
Our arms began to feel heavy as she began to stand up with nothing but raw, red meat surrounding the two bloody eyes that protruded the sockets of her skull and sharp, ragged teeth attached to the jaw and bone, all left uncovered. This daughter of Lucifer discarded her skin on the floor, which was once covering her face as we all began to feel hopeless, helpless and weak.
Lucifrates was now standing over the four of us as our bodies, lie helpless and weakened, brought to our knees as she seemed to smile with no lips to cover the roots or her teeth. She began to grab us one by one and proceeded to butcher us where we lie in a heap on the floor of the tent as our blood formed pools, quickly reaching the bottom of the doorway of the tent and began to spill over its lip filling the pathways which lead to the beach. Our breath was beginning to leave our soon-to-be lifeless bodies as we were left dieing and wreathing in pain till suddenly with dieing breath I said, “God help us, for we need your help more now than ever before.” Feeling sure my destiny was death yet not wanting to pass through the doors of heaven quite yet.
Immediately my eyes began to open and my pain began to subside. Within a few moments I began to feel no pain as strength began to return and fill the limbs of my body. I leapt to my feet. I could feel God’s presence and strength in helping me to defend my family and friends as I realized that none of us was dead. All of us were breathing and as long as we had breath we had hope. With hope and God in my heart I struck back, knocking Lucifrates to the ground. With strength I never had before I began to feel the wounds close in my body. I thrust my finger into this unholy, daughter of Lucifer’s left eye which was the only eye now visible after plunging the knife had already sunk deeply into her right eye, destroying it.
Lucifrates was now lying on the ground as it was I who felt the power of God overtake her evil desires and wishes. It was now I who believed in the power and I who was sending this evil daughter of Lucifer back where she belonged as the sun began to shine over the mountain in the wee dawning hour. It was I who left Lucifrates lying butchered upon the very ground she claimed to protect in her evil desires to dominate El Capitan Beach and send poor unknowing campers into an all-night battle with the evil spirits that consumed her. It was I who sent this evil daughter of Lucifer back to Lucifer’s arms defeated as the four remaining survivors of this camping experience began to feel our wounds heal and breathe return to our bodies.
Where once, there were five, there now was four, but we were stronger in knowing the power of good and strength in good thoughts and deeds which the little girl we had known and loved as Michelle had succumbed to incarnate evil as Lucifer’s one and only daughter, Lucifrates. We lived, she died, we survived to do good, we cried but that weekend at El Capitan Beach will forever remain in our memories as the weekend we found strength in the powers of good over evil. The weekend we stood together and survived.