Scenes from around the Camp -- At the lake

-Contributed by Luke Merrill

The occasional sunset provides that rarest of moments, the quiet contemplation one feels before the last flicker of light is snuffed out.

When you’re being chased by psychopaths, escaped lunatics, and overgrown beasts with the taste for human flesh you don’t have much time to think about things other than running for your life. But on that rare occasion you have a moment like this, when the sunlight is waning in its last hour, the waters are stilled, and every breath is sweeter than the one before because you are still alive.

Although not a true picture of horror camp (which can’t be provided due to legal reasons, and the fact that horror camp is only a fictionalized account of a real camp that doesn’t really exist), we really have to give credit to Aftab Uzzaman of flickr for catching such a serene moment representative of a sunset on the Horror Camp.

So I put it to you my fellow campers, when that last bit of light disappears what kind of ancient evil will come slithering out of the lake? Will it be a mutated alligator, a troop of humanoid frog men, or some sneaky merman who tickles the feet of unwary skinny dippers before cutting off their pinky toes for some demented toe necklace?

Let us know what you feel lurks at the bottom of the lake, and feel free to embellish. We have a saying at Horror Camp, “True horror lies at the center of an overactive imagination.”

Tags: Scenes from around the Camp, Lake, Skinny Dippers, Sunset