by Ledger, John
“You can kiss my ass. Get off my property, lady. Now!” Andrew pointed the gun at the woman’s head and she smiled as she stepped toward him with eyes full of malice. Andrew tried to pull the trigger but he couldn’t. He couldn’t move at all. The woman stared at him intently and he was frozen in place. She unbuckled his pants and took his organ in her hands as she whispered into his ear. “You can’t move because I’m not letting you. I, like my master, have powers that you are incapable of understanding. As you can see, no matter how hard you resist, and no matter how much you want to kill me right now, you can’t stop your cock from throbbing in my hand. You will do as I say or we will devour your whole fucking family. Do you understand me, Andrew?”
“Yes.” Andrew came and he cried as the woman vanished into thin air. Andrew finished his bottle of Jack and went to bed. It was going to be a long day moving tomorrow.
Possum Death Camp
Ephrata, Pennsylvania…
They watched and listened from deep within the woods, hiding behind tree trunks and bushes with a rabid hunger gnawing at their gut. They were always hungry. It seemed as if they could never get enough to eat, and they were always on the hunt. This was their land and any intruder was fair game as far as they understood, be it animal or man, food was food. Cyclops, and his brother Mohawk, spotted the intruders far off in the distance, making their way up the path. There were eight of them altogether, four men and four women. Mohawk didn’t look at them as four men and four women though, what he saw was a big dinner. A feast, as a matter of fact. This group of humans would be enough to feed the family for a month or more. Cyclops was jumping up and down, grabbing his crotch and laughing like a hyena. He was excited and ready to ravage the trespassers. Mohawk was surprised that he could even see them from this far with his one eye, but sure enough, he was the first to spot them. Mohawk smacked his smaller brother in the back of the head and grunted at him, motioning for him to shut up and follow. Cyclops was pissed, but did as he was told by his big brother and they went back to their home. They told the rest of their clan about the new arrivals and waited patiently for the order to strike. Cyclops wasn’t so patient, but Mohawk and Hammer kept him under control. Their sister, Possum, would let them know when she was ready.
Potato Patch…
“Okay, Mason, so why’s it called the Potato Patch? Looks like a field of rocks to me. Big ass rocks.” Bree was extremely uninterested in being here or anywhere else with these guys, but she missed spending time with her girlfriends, so she agreed to come along.
“That’s just what all the stoners that come here call it. Some people just call it the rocks. I don’t refer to it by either of those names though. Not after my first trip here.” Mason was leading the group to the end of the path, where they finally stopped with the first boulder in front of them. There was some climbing involved when you go to the Potato Patch, but nothing too strenuous. It was basically a field full of boulders, in the middle of the woods, that went uphill at a slight incline. The crowd took in all the graffiti, or artwork, as Mason referred to it. It was all over the boulders, everything from pot leaves to gang signs. The group made their way to a rather large and flat rock with another rock wedged against it, serving as a bench big enough for a handful of people to sit down. Three of the girls took a seat, as Bree remained standing, looking away from the group in the direction they’d arrived from. Patrick sat down next to Erin while the other guys stood around on the rock. Don was packing a bowl and Jarrett was attempting to flirt with Bree. Mason ignored them all as he continued his story. “You see, the thing is, a lot of people have gone missing up here, and that ain’t no bullshit, you can look it up. Then there’s the animals, so many dead animals up here all the time. I call this place ‘Possum Death Camp’. One time I came here and the rocks were covered with em’, dead possums everywhere, sickest shit I’ve ever seen in my life. There’s some kind of evil shit going on up here, and I’m going to find out what it is.”
“I think you’ve watched too many scary movies, Mason. You’re an idiot.” Bree interrupted, as she took the bowl from Don and sparked it up before passing it along. “Bree, why do you always have to be such a bitch? Mason is cool and not an idiot, so just chill out, okay?” Kate was tired of her friend’s attitude. “It’s okay, Kate, thank you though. Bree is entitled to her opinion. Just like I’m entitled to the opinion that she’s a slut, right?” Mason smiled at Bree as Don and Jarrett burst out in laughter, Patrick was afraid to laugh, as Bree looked right at him. He didn’t understand why and he was afraid of her, so he faced the ground. “Fuck you, assholes!” Bree replied, as she climbed up the rock and ventured further into the woods, away from her friends. Nobody tried to stop her. The guys continued laughing, and the girls just shook their heads. Patrick, being a nice guy, was of course concerned. “She really shouldn’t be alone out here, guys. Especially not with the stories Mason’s been telling us, right?” “Go save her then, Patrick. You’re a big boy, right?” Don mocked Patrick, flexing his muscles at him. “Yeah, go ahead, dude, she’s a bitch! You can have her.” Jarrett joined in. “Okay, guys, enough. Bree is our friend, so enough of the bullshit.” Erin reminded the boys. “If Patrick wants to go after Bree, he should. She’s a very beautiful girl with some issues, but I’m sure she would appreciate that, Patrick.”
“Really? You think I should?” Patrick seemed as if he was literally asking Erin for permission. In his mind he was, Erin was the girl of his dreams. She was smart and sexy, a beautiful geek, everything he always wanted but could never have. Bree, on the other hand, was way out of his league. She was the hot blonde next door that wouldn’t give him the time of day. Bree was into tough guys and real bad asses. Patrick was a textbook nerd.
“Yes, I think you should.” Erin winked at him, and that was all the permission that he needed. Patrick got up and clumsily followed after Bree, into the dark of the woods, while the rest of the group continued their quest to get stoned.
“I have to pee.” Christy announced, waiting for someone to offer to go with her.
“Congratulations, so go pop a squat.” Don rudely responded.
“I’ll go with you!” Jarrett said calmly. “I’m not trying to be creepy, I mean, I’ll go with you if you’re scared?”
Christy smiled at him. “I am scared, thanks to Mason. So I appreciate your offer.” Jarrett stood up and followed Christy off to the side of the rock that they were all relaxing on, into a different section of the woods than Bree and Patrick, who had ventured to the north.
“Now it’s just the four of us.” Don grinned at the girls. “What do you ladies wanna do?”
“Jesus Christ, Don! Quit being so weird, dude, you sound like a rapist.” Mason joked, as he beat the bowl out on the rock. “I don’t like what’s going on here, we shouldn’t all be splitting up like this. I’m telling you guys, they’re out there in the woods, and it’s not safe.”
“What’s out there, Mason? The Boogeyman?” Don laughed at his friend.
“No, Don, not the Boogeyman, trolls. They’re trolls, dude.”
“Trolls? Fucking trolls? So, let me get this straight, I shouldn’t go off into the woods alone, because, if I do, trolls are going to kill me? Right?”
“Yeah, you've got it. That pretty much sums it up, Don.” Mason answered.
“Okay, well, I’ll take my chances, I’ll see you lovely ladies later, I’m going to go hang out with some trolls.” Don laughed like an idiot as he made his way to the western portion of the woods, leaving Mason all alone with Kate and Erin. Everyone was all split up and the sun was about to set, that’s when all the fun began. The trolls were ready to feast.
II.
Patrick was moving in the general direction that Bree had headed off to, but he still hadn’t seen her yet. He felt like he’d been walking for a mile before he finally came across Bree—that wasn’t all he discovered though. Bree was hanging from a tree limb by a chain, naked, with her guts hanging out of her stomach. Bree was very dead
, but she wasn’t alone.
A female creature of some kind stood next to her, shoving parts of Bree’s intestines into its mouth. Patrick couldn’t believe it; all of Mason’s stories about trolls were true. What else could this thing be? It looked somewhat human, and the gender was recognizable due to its breasts, but it was ugly as sin with its pig nose, razor teeth and white hair. Patrick was scared to death, as he noticed the pile of dead animals behind the troll and took off running. Possum continued feeding on Bree, but Patrick never looked back, as he ran for his life. The menacing cackle of the troll was the last thing he heard before he tripped over a rock and hit the ground hard. Patrick was out like a light.
III.
Jarrett and Christy walked along for a bit before Christy found a suitable tree to hide behind. Jarrett stood guard on the other side while she went to the bathroom. “You okay back there?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll be done in a second. I’ve got something I want to show you. I need your opinion on something.”
“Oh, yeah? Okay?” Jarrett laughed. “What do you want to show me?” Christy came out from behind the tree wearing only her white shorts, socks and shoes. She was topless, and Jarrett’s eyes were drawn right to her pierced nipples, which was obviously what she wanted to show him.
“So, what do you think?” She asked, as she pushed her tits up with her hands, smiling at him.
“I think I like.”
“You think you like? Well, how can we be sure?” Christy grinned at him, grabbing his hands and placing them on her breasts. “You check these out while I check this out.” Christy reached down and grabbed a hold of the waistband of Jarrett’s shorts while he played with her tits. She wrapped her hands around him and started moaning as she rubbed him gently, underneath his shorts. Christy pulled his shorts down and dropped to her knees, as she took him in her mouth. Jarrett was in heaven and ready to explode. He yanked on her hair to warn her that he was coming, but it was too late. An arrow went straight through the side of her neck as Jarrett came in her mouth. He let go of her hair and pulled out, blood gushing out all over his crotch. Jarrett struggled to pull his shorts up, as Christy’s lifeless body fell to the ground. If he would’ve taken the time to look around, he might’ve seen Mohawk off in the distance with his homemade bow. Jarrett didn’t look around though; he heard a maniacal cackle from far off in the woods and got the hell out of dodge.
IV.
Erin got up to explore their immediate surroundings and Mason started complaining immediately. “Where are you going now? Have I not been saying all along that we need to stick together?”
“Don’t worry, Mason, I’m just going over this way a little. I want to look around a bit.” “Okay, well, be careful.” Mason had barely replied, as the troll showed up.
“What the hell is that?” Kate screamed, grabbing onto Mason’s arm.
“Uh, you guys? Help?” Erin was face to face with the one-eyed mutant. Cyclops was a rock away from her as she turned to run and lost her footing. Kate watched in horror as her friend fell into a hole and disappeared. The troll turned its attention toward Kate, as she pleaded for Mason to do something. He did something, but it definitely wasn’t what Kate had hoped for, or expected. Mason punched her in the gut, knocking the wind out of her. Kate dropped to her hands and knees, as Mason scurried away like a rat, concerned for his own safety. Kate felt another presence behind her on the rock and she knew it was all over. She was about to be killed and probably eaten by this troll, or whatever it was. The last thing Kate saw before Cyclops slit her throat from behind was Mason recording it all on his phone. Everything went black for Kate as Cyclops turned his attention to the man who was no longer there. Mason had escaped into the woods.
V.
Jarrett ran away from one nightmare and into the middle of another. The scene in front of him was too much to register in his stoner brain. Patrick was on the ground with some woman on top of him, fucking him, while what appeared to be a naked man pummeled his face with a hammer. Patrick screamed as he flailed back and forth, but the woman held him down with the weight of her body while the man continued beating him. Jarrett made eye contact with the woman and she stopped moving. The man with the hammer got up and lunged towards him as Jarrett turned and ran straight into an arrow. Mohawk joined his brother and sister, carrying one of the females as they took the bodies back to their cabin. Cyclops showed up with another girl and added her to the pile of bodies. Bree, Christy, Kate, and Jarrett were all dead. Patrick had finally died from a loss of blood on the way back to the cabin. Cyclops told them about the girl in the hole, so Possum knew there were two left besides their brother. The hunt was far from over. The family headed back into the woods.
VI.
Mason returned to where he saw Erin disappear and pulled her out of the hole. Erin was underground and therefore missed out on what he did to Kate. “Where is everybody?” She asked him as he held her in his arms.
“I don’t know. I blacked out and when I woke up, they were all gone. Then, I heard you yelling for help.”
“What was that thing? Did it get Kate?”
“I don’t know. Like I said, I blacked out.” Before Erin could question Mason any further, they heard a familiar voice from off in the distance.
“Help! Oh my God, somebody fucking help me!” It was Don. He was running towards them from the woods, seemingly for his life. Erin and Mason watched as Don hopped onto a rock and an arrow came straight through his chest, stopping him in place. Another arrow pierced his throat and the blood splattered as Don dropped to his knees. Cyclops appeared from behind him and scalped their friend before their eyes. Possum and Hammer showed up with Mohawk lumbering behind them. Erin was crying as she looked into Mason’s eyes, searching for a sign of hope, praying that he had some kind of plan. What she found instead, was the look of an evil man. Mason smiled at her as he backed up and pulled out his cellphone. “What the fuck? Mason, what are you doing?” Erin pleaded with him.
“What am I doing? Making myself famous, Erin. That’s what I’m doing. I never introduced you to my family, did I? A real bunch of freaks, I tell you. As a matter of fact, I’m the only normal one left alive in the bunch.”
“You’re fucking sick! You brought us all here to kill us?”
“You’re all unfortunate victims on my quest to success. With the footage I’ll have when I leave here today, we’re talking sole survivor story, talk shows, movies, radio, and these morons don’t even know I’m setting them up too.”
“You’re a monster, Mason. I hope you rot in hell.”
Mason smiled some more. “I’m sure I will, Erin. Not today though.” Mason put his phone on video mode as his family advanced towards Erin. She had nowhere to go and simply closed her eyes and waited for her inevitable ending to come. She continued waiting as she heard the screams begin. They suddenly stopped and Erin opened her eyes to find Hammer and Mohawk holding Mason down as Cyclops was shoving his phone down his throat. Possum was ripping his pants off of him and Erin decided not to stick around for what was about to happen. She made her way down the rocks and never looked back.
VII.
As far as the authorities, family, and friends knew, Erin was completely gone. She had no memory of what had happened to her friends on the rocks that day. Erin no longer talked and she was placed in a maximum security psych ward; they believed she was a danger to herself and others. Erin remembered though, in fact she would never forget. The horrors of the Potato Patch would haunt her for the rest of her days. For now though, Erin was hungry, and the nurse was looking pretty good.
Lucca
Dear Mom and Dad,
It’s about time I come clean and tell you both the truth. You’ve been right all along, Dad. I am on drugs. Lots and lots of drugs. The things I’ve done to get my fix would make you sick to your stomach. I’m sure you can imagine, as I’ve seen your magazines and internet history. Don’t worry though, Mom, you were right too. All those times you called me a little w
hore, the only thing you were wrong about is I’m no little whore, I’m a big whore, Mommy. The problem I came across was shooting up, smoking crack and sucking dick just wasn’t enough for me anymore. I’ve tried everything I could think of, Daddy, I even found some men to treat me like you used to. Remember when I was so innocent and defenseless and you used me as an ashtray, among other things? I’m no little girl anymore though, so I guess it just wasn’t the same. I needed something more. I tried bondage, golden showers, fisting, role-playing and all sorts of depraved sex acts, but nothing could get me off. Your magazines got boring a long time ago, and the internet was getting tiresome until I finally discovered him. The love of my life.
He made beautiful videos about life and death, but he was incredibly misunderstood. In the first online video he suffocated kittens with a vacuum cleaner. Around Christmas time, another video featured a kitten being eaten by a Burmese python. I tracked him down, and he wrote me several letters, he loves me too, Daddy. Everyone says that he’s gay and some kind of wannabe porn star, but I don’t care. I knew deep down inside that he loves me, and I thought we’d be together someday. He told me about his masterpiece before it went viral. He killed an Asian man and videotaped it. The video showed the man naked and tied to a bed, as he was repeatedly stabbed with an icepick. You can hear ‘True Faith’ by New Order playing in the background, as he dismembers and fucks the corpse. He carved off some flesh with a knife and fork and ate some of the man, sharing with his dog, of course. He promised me that he would do the same to me and put it on the internet.