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.
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."
EXT. CAMPSITE -- NIGHT
A troop of three young BOYS are seated around a campfire which their adult TROOP LEADER has just finished lighting.
You're always hungry.
This is boring.
Come on, guys. We'll have dinner soon.
While we're waiting, why don't we tell some
If I don't get some food soon, I'm gonna be
I'll go first. What kind of story would you like
to hear, one about ghosts, or witches, or
How about vampires? I know a wonderful
A tall, pale
STRANGER has stepped out of the shadows. He walks over to the troop.
Who are you?
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.
Well, kids, what do you say we give the man
Might as well.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
Mourners watch as
a coffin is brought nearer and nearer to an open grave.
Down, down, they dug my grave....
In darkness there to dwell.
But I burned, I burst and blossomed forth....
appears by his grave. He is now a
A vampire born in hell!
The Stranger sits
back, pleased with the story he has told. The
kids aren't pleased at all.
Is that it?
That's the worst story I've ever heard!
I think our guest was trying to capture a mood.
There's something I didn't tell you about that
Yeah, you didn't tell us it stunk.
I didn't tell you that it's true. I am a vampire.
Right! And I'm a ghoul.
Yeah, we're all ghouls!
But I am a vampire!!!
The stranger curls
back his lips and reveals a set of deadly fangs!
And we are ghouls! You know - ghouls!!!
Fiends who eat the flesh of corpses! Get
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.
Well done, guys. And now, I think it's time for
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
KIDS & TROOP
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!
HILLSIDE TRAIL (ON THE SCREEN) --
We rejoin Hacking
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!
© 2001 by Richard Nathan. All rights reserved
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