Halloween Story : Part one.
The sun was slowly setting in the eastern horizon of an ancient forest. A great lake resided in its middle, reflecting the last rays of the dying sun. Small ripples stirred on the surface, as fish moved close to its edge, ready to catch various insects unware to the underwater predator.
The air was gradually getting cooler as the night slowly took over, breathing to life a thin mist that appeared throughout the forest and all over the nearby creek. A calm breeze added to the chillness of the night air. With it came the draft of fallen leaves and the scent of humid soil.
The cacophonious symphony of nocturnal dwellers was taking over the calm atmosphere of the peaceful day that had just ended. In the distance,
wolves were crying for some unknown reason. Woe clearly permeating their minds. Owls were hooting in harmony, adding to the chaotic
chirpings of the nightly critters. Suddenly, the cracking of twigs broke the steady rhythm of the night’s hymn.
Someone, or something, was approaching the lake from the forest, very gingerly. It was now pitch black. The full moon was now the only source of the much needed light available in this forsaken environment. Nevertheless, what was moving had to keep on going weither it could see or not.
It was indeed a human beeing coming from the wilderness. It was wearing a dark blue worker’s clothing wearing a dirty white chipped hockey mask. On his back was tied what looked like a machete. He was looking at the GPS unit that he was holding in his left hand. The individual was quite large, maybe about six feet and five inches in height and weigh around 250 pounds. He was almost there. He was heading for a tree that had a glowing number on the lower part of its bark. It was the number 3, glowing in an pale shade of white and green.
When he arrived at the tree, he kneeled down, looked around for a few moments then speed-dialed a phone numer that was on the GPS unit. Shortly after, he received a text message that said the following :
“-
So, you’ve actually came through with your decision. That’s good! You’re ready to go through what you’ve been planning on doing for a long time but never had the guts to do so until now. Tonight, you’ll face life threatening situations that will test your desire to live or to let go of your pathetic life. You might get help in doing it or you mightl have the opportunity to unleash the anger that’s been building inside of your dirty self on whatever comes your way. You might even cross my path. By the way, I’m the Clown who delivered your things. I’ll be the one with the chainsaw. I’m ready for you piece of shit!
At this point, the individual remembered what happened the day that he was delivered the equipment that he ordered for the event.
A little before the package was delivered, he was in his room, looking at his mirror, crying like a baby. He was looking at himself punching his head and calling himself degrading names. He hated everything about him. He was a young blond man, early 20s, with blue eyes and pale rosy chubby cheeks. He wasn’t that bad looking. Might’ve been a little overweight but it was nothing that couldn’t be taken care of in time. Then, the doorbell rang. He quickly wiped his face dry and walked down from the second floor to the entrance door.
A man, dressed as a clown and as tall and big as he was, was holding a package and waiting for him. After the young chubby blond man had opened the door , the clown spoke to him :
“-Hello. May I speak to Daniel please?
- That would be me, answered the youngling.
- I have a package for you from ‘Blood and Gore Inc.’, said the man as he handed over Daniel the package.
- Hum, thanks?, was the only thing he found the courage to say.
Before he had the time to close the door, the Clown took a step back, raised his right fist and punched him squarely on the nose as hard as he could.
-No, thank YOU!”, said the deranged freak as he walked away, whistling.
Daniel fell flat on the ground and muttered : “What the fuck is his problem?”
Blood was oozing out of his nose and pain flashed through his head. Then he got up, locked the door and walkded up to his room. He anxiously opened the box and put on the clothes that he so eagerly waited for. As he fumbled inside through what remainded, he found what he thought was the coolest thing in the world and held it up in the air and giggled insanely.
Movement nearby, in the eerie forest, brought him back from his reverie to the actual occuring events. Sensing and seeing nothing, he pursued reading the message :
Here are the rules :
The Game starts at 22:00 hrs sharp. Not before.
You cannot quit.
To “win”, you must collect bracelets such as the one that you’re wearing on your right wrist. The magic number is “5”.
Do not take off the bracelet.
Break any of there rules and you will be terminated, litterally.
P.S.: Leave the GPS unit in the plastic case attached to the tree under your number. I don’t want you to taint it with you filth more than you have too you distusting bastard.
Thus ended the disturbing message. The guy looked at the time indicated on the device he was holding. It was a quarter to ten. Daniel’s heart was pounding. He really wanted to get that mother fucking clown’s head. He got up, his knees were hurting, and looked around him.
He couldn’t see much through the haze and the darkness that smothered his vision. Close to him, maybe at a hundred yards to his left, lied the silent shore of the peaceful lake. Through the trees, north easternely from where he stood, he saw what he thought to be a yonder blinking light. He stuck the GPS unit in his back pocket thinking : “Fuck him, I’m keeping this!”. Then, he unsheathed his machete and slowly headed toward the spec that glistened feebly throught the thick wilderness surrounding the agitated man...
As he moved away toward the light, a camera, placed high on the numbered tree, turned on and oriented itself toward the man.