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