ON-LINE 'ORRORS

 "Campfire Ghouls"

                                                                         by Richard Nathan

 

EXT. HILLSIDE TRAIL   --  SUNSET

A hiker comes through the woods and faces the camera.  It's our host, HACKING HARRY.  He speaks with a cockney accent.

                                                        HACKING HARRY
                                    Welcome to On-Line 'Orrors.  I'm your host, 
                                    Hacking Harry.  I've got a little story that's 
                                    short but sick.  It's called "Campfire Ghouls."

FADE TO:

EXT.  CAMPSITE -- NIGHT

A troop of three young BOYS are seated around a campfire which their adult TROOP LEADER has just finished lighting.

                                                        FIRST KID
                                    I'm hungry.

                                                        SECOND KID
                                    You're always hungry.

                                                        THIRD KID
                                    This is boring.

                                                        TROOP LEADER
                                    Come on, guys.  We'll have dinner soon.  
                                   
While we're waiting, why don't we tell some 
                                    ghost stories!

                                                        FIRST KID
                                    If I don't get some food soon, I'm gonna be 
                                    a ghost.

                                                        TROOP LEADER
                                    I'll go first.  What kind of story would you like 
                                    to hear, one about ghosts, or witches, or 
                                    werewolves?

                                                        STRANGER
                                                   
(O.S.)
                                    How about vampires?  I know a wonderful 
                                    vampire story.

A tall, pale STRANGER has stepped out of the shadows.  He walks over to the troop.

                                                        THIRD KID
                                    Who are you?

                                                        STRANGER
                                    Just someone who likes to wander through 
                                    the woods at night.  I overheard your 
                                    conversation, and thought I would offer my 
                                    services as a storyteller.

                                                            TROOP LEADER
                                    Well, kids, what do you say we give the man 
                                    a chance?

                                                            FIRST KID
                                    Okay.

                                                            SECOND KID
                                    Might as well.

                                                            THIRD KID
                                    Sure.

                                                            STRANGER
                                    Listen to my words and let me pull you into 
                                    my dreams, my nightmare world of death 
                                    and shadows, a world that's waiting just 
                                    outside the dark.

EXT.  A FIELD  --  NIGHT

The stranger, dressed in a black overcoat, walks over a barren field, a wasteland, which stretches toward a grove of thrashing trees.  The sky is covered with scudding gray clouds.

                                                            STRANGER
                                                   
(V.O.)
                                    One night as I was strolling through a field, I 
                                    spied the moon entrapped within the trees.  
                                   
Black branches tangled 'round the ivory globe.  
                                   
The leaves thrashed as it struggled to be free.

A full moon appears through the branches of the trees.  The wind is whipping the branches into a frenzy.

                                                            STRANGER
                                                   
(V.O.)
                                    The struggle of the moon was joined by bats, 
                                    who tried to free their goddess from the trees.  
                                   
They hovered in among the grasping limbs, 
                                    as squeals of fury echoed in the sky.

Hundreds of bats soar among the trees.

                                                            STRANGER
                                               
(V.O.)
                                    A woman came behind me as I watched, and 
                                    touched her icy fingers to my throat.  Her teeth 
                                    were like the color of the moon.  Her lips were 
                                    like the color of my blood.

A pale WOMAN walks up to the stranger.  She runs her fingers through his hair and strokes his neck.  Then she reveals her vampire fangs and sinks them into his neck.  Bright red blood seeps out, and he dies.

EXT.  GRAVEYARD  --  NIGHT

Mourners watch as a coffin is brought nearer and nearer to an open grave. 

                                                            STRANGER
                                                   
(V.O.)
                                    Down, down, they dug my grave....
                                    In darkness there to dwell.
                                    But I burned, I burst and blossomed forth....

EXT.  GRAVEYARD  --  NIGHT

The stranger appears by his grave.  He is now a vampire.

                                                            STRANGER
                                    A vampire born in hell!

EXT.  CAMPSITE  --  NIGHT

The Stranger sits back, pleased with the story he has told.  The kids aren't pleased at all.

                                                            FIRST KID
                                    Is that it?

                                                            THIRD KID
                                    That's the worst story I've ever heard!

                                                            TROOP LEADER
                                    I think our guest was trying to capture a mood.

                                                            SECOND KID
                                    Didn't work.

                                                            STRANGER
                                    There's something I didn't tell you about that 
                                    story.

                                                            SECOND KID
                                    Yeah, you didn't tell us it stunk.

                                                            STRANGER
                                    I didn't tell you that it's true.  I am a vampire.

                                                            THIRD KID
                                    Right!  And I'm a ghoul.

                                                            FIRST KID
                                    Yeah, we're all ghouls!

                                                            STRANGER
                                    But I am a vampire!!!

The stranger curls back his lips and reveals a set of deadly fangs!

                                                            FIRST KID
                                    And we are ghouls!  You know - ghouls!!!  
                                   
Fiends who eat the flesh of corpses!  Get 
                                    him, boys!

One of the kids grabs a sharp stick, while the other boys grab the stranger by the arms and flip him over onto the stick, which pierces his heart.  Blood wells up around the stick and the vampire dies.

                                                            TROOP LEADER
                                    Well done, guys.  And now, I think it's time for 
                                    dinner.

FADE TO:

EXT.  CAMPSITE  --  NIGHT  (LATER)

The kids are roasting pieces of the stranger over the fire, just like other kids would roast marshmallows.  One has a hand on the end of his stick, another is roasting a foot.  One eats an ear.  As they cook their dinner, the Troop Leader joins them in a campfire song, sung to the tune of "I've Been Working On The Railroad."

                                                            KIDS & TROOP 
                                                            LEADER
                                                   
(singing)
                                    Oh, I've been eating flesh of corpses,
                                    All the live long night!
                                    I've been eating flesh of corpses,
                                    Just to ease my appetite!

                                    I think I'll eat a bowl of brains,
                                    Let's open up his head!
                                    We love to eat the flesh of corpses,
                                    Because they taste so dead!

FADE TO:

EXT.  HILLSIDE TRAIL (ON THE SCREEN)  --  DAY

We rejoin Hacking Harry.

                                                            HACKING HARRY
                                    Those boys have hearty appetites!  They like 
                                    to eat hearts!  Join me hear at that this URL 
                                    for another story guaranteed to make you 'url, 
                                    here at On-Line 'Orrors!

The End

 

2001 by Richard Nathan.  All rights reserved

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