The Rains

A story by Christopher Conley

All rights reserved 2008

Prologue So, what would you like to talk about today? the well-dressed, very well-groomed, elderly man said to his much younger companion. The last time we spoke, I remember mentioning wanting to tell you a story next we met, he answered softly. He alternated his eyes from the garden outside the window he was near with the man sitting across the coffee table that separated them. Ah, yes, the older gentleman said with a smile. His tone and expression revealed that, he, too, remembered the mention of this. The story. Their eyes met briefly. Each smiling; they thought what the other might be thinking. The young mans eyes spoke volumes. The older counterpart sat patiently, waiting. He did not want to be the one who broke their silence. The young man was the first to break their gaze as he turned to look back out onto the garden. He sighed while doing so. Whats your story about? the older man finally asked. There are two kinds of people in this world, stated the young man, those that believe in flying saucers and those that dont. Thats interesting. His companion nodded before bowing his head to look into his lap. He appeared to contemplate what he was told before looking back to his young friend. Which one are you? The young man looked in silence for a moment before responding. Ive never been much in believing anything I couldnt wrap my hands around and shake. But up until two summers ago, Id never heard of Camp Outdoors. So, is your story about flying saucers? No. But then again, with all those Native American stories I liked to tell, perhaps I should have paid more attention to their ancient superstitions, their demons, theircreatures of the night. But growing up in the middle-class white suburbia, the only monsters I knew were the ones I heard of from the news; street punks, gang members, dope pushers, whatever, he continued. And my uncle taught me how to deal with those kinds of animals. How did he teach you? injured the older gentleman. He told me that you can stand up to anything if youve got the guts to look it in the eye; if you can look it in the eye.

Thats some good advice, complimented his companion. The young man went silent after saying that before something came to mind. He looked at his companion before asking, Have you ever read Alice in Wonderland? The older gent blinked. Yes, a long time ago, came the reply. Why do you ask? I read it once when I was a child and I remember after Alice went down the rabbit hole, a flower talked to her. She was surprised, he answered. No offense, but I dont think you need to be a psychiatrist to know that if a flower ever spoke to a person, then that person would know something wasnt right. I would have to agree with you on that, concurred the elder of the two. The younger continued just above a whisper. To answer your question, my story is about the rains. The rains? Yes, the rains, confirmed the younger man as he shifted his eyes once again back onto the now slightly confused face of his older companion. You know, the word given to water when it falls from the sky. I know what rain is. The companion smiled softly. Mmph, he grunted with a nod before turning to look back out onto the garden. He always liked the way the tulips, daisys, and other flowers were arranged the way they were. The short cropped green grass, he thought, was nice as well. So, your story is about rain? the man across the coffee table asked. In a sense, yes, he confirmed. But yet, in another, it also deals with what the rains brought with it. He fell silent again while continuing to look outside. His gaze soon fell onto something well beyond what was outside his range as he started remembering how it all began. I want to tell you a story; one about the rains. Those rain. To tell you what they brought. The terror, thehorror. He fell silent again momentarily. And with it, in time, I hope this may explain why I am here. Why I came to see you. And, when the world isnt the same as our minds believe, then we are in a nightmare. And nothing is worse than a nightmare, except one you cannot wake up from.

Chapter 1 The rains came late that year. No one knows why they did, but they did eventually come and came they did. There were plenty of reasons as to why there rains were late, but there was no one reason the townsfolk could agree on. Some argued it was because of the extreme dryness they experienced that summer. That summer was reported to have been one of the driest that area had ever seen. Others argued that that years drought was a direct result of the mild winter that preceded it. A select few had banded together with the theory that it started years before when a local stream dried up one summer, a first in recorded history, and ever since, the summers became drier and drier; a fact that had been documented. Others put in their two cents in by giving their own philosophical, theologian, theoretical, or hypothetical points of view. Still others had a different opinion. Still, regardless of your reasoning as to why the rains hadnt come that year, in spite of all the conversations and disagreements. Because of what the aridity brought to the community that summer, everyone agreed that maybe, just maybe, the curse that they had long endured would not show itself that year. Similar to that old proverb which states: Too much of a good thing is a bad thing, the townsfolk were hoping the opposite would be true that year. They were indeed hoping that too much of a bad thing would truly be a good thing. And after all these years that they had endured, they desperately wanted, needed in fact, some good luck. Because of this, many believed that that drought they had suffered that year had in fact been a great thing. Whole crops lost, numerous livestock died, and countless wells dried up were just a taste of what the community experienced that summer. Everyone would have gladly kept those evils rather than trade them for the gifts that the rains would have brought. Perhaps this was the one year that the rains would not show themselves. He was unfortunate enough to be there that summer then the rains came. Of course he heard the stories that circulated around. There were several of them in fact. Everyone seemed to have their own version they claimed to be the only real story to hear, or the only true story, or whatever youd wish to call it. Even the towns camp, which I worked at that summer, had their own story, a legend really, of what really happened, thought theirs was much more hush-hush. Compared to everyone else in the community, the camp definitely DID NOT want their version to get out. But to me, thats all these stories were, just stories. It was almost like a taboo there at the camp if you were to talk about it, though no retribution or punishment was ever handed out. Just the mere thought of what could happen was enough for the counselors not to even mention a word of it. The year that their evil thoughts would come to life to haunt and torment them was enough. He didnt really blame the camp for not wanting to talk about such things. It was them who were hit the hardest when the rains came, they always had been. He supposed they always will be. He was one of the towns few immigrants to the town; in fact, he may have been Dresdens only one at the time. He actually came to the town of Dresden looking for employment and ended up getting a job as a counselor at the towns camp the previous year. To say that more were emigrating than immigrating was an understatement. Several homes and businesses had been up for sale the two

summers he was there; most well below market value. The ones that werent able to be sold were empty or boarded up by the time he rolled around for that second summer. He thought it was because of the drought we were having. He never had a reason to believe any other reason beyond that. Kays Convenience on the corner of Main and Charles did well, with their shelves stocked with everyday conveniences and the two pumps of gasoline out front. Chucks Funeral Parlor on Cornelia Street also did well. Smiths Hardware was always a good spot to go to pick up the necessary items or to shoot the breeze with Hank, Henry, or any of the other old timers who sat out front for their daily card games and lukewarm cup of coffees. Martha and Harriet were also good sources of gossip or other tidbits of information whenever they visited Frank the postmaster on Firehouse Ave. The Saint James Catholic church on Bogart and the First Methodist on Seneca also had a good following with their respected leaders, Father Callaghan and Father Jackson respectively. However, in spite of the fact that several other people were leaving during that dehydrated year, the rains somehow managed to keep them within reach; to keep them local. Needless to say, the towns churches, Chucks, and the cemetery were only a few that showed a decent profit. Oh, please dont think that the trains that periodically ran on the nearby tracks didnt help at all, for they did, but not enough to actually matter. He had always been a natural storyteller, he supposed, but he hadnt had any good stories to tell in a number of years for one reason or another. But when he first came to that camp, my mind soon began getting overloaded with possible stories and possible possibilities; and it was because of all the stories he was hearing about this so-called rain curse the town was so eager to share. There were nightly fires at the fire pit, and here was where he was able to hone my skills. By that second summer, he had nearly a dozen stories he could recall at any one time, most of which dealt with the town in one manner or another. And what made matters great for him was that he was able to tell my stories, try them out, improve them, or whatever he wanted to do to them most nights at the camp. Since they had multiple groups of campers throughout the summer, he literally was able to tell each story multiple times, many times to new audiences. Because of this, he always had a fresh face to help me improve my knacks as storyteller, particularly his love of lore. The only people who did not share my love of this were the other counselors who had heard my stories and antics several times before. He was sure they could recite his stories in their sleep as easily as I could, but the only difference between them and me was I actually chose to. Heres where his story picks up. It was the first week of August during his second summer as camps counselor/storyteller at Camp Outdoors. All the campers that we had had left that Saturday. We had a family barbeque of sorts to celebrate the campers leaving. We always did on the last day they were there. The next day, Sunday, we got the next wave of campers in. this group was a bunch of early teens, ages twelve to fourteen, for ten days. For him, these were the worse to have just for the fact that their bodies had a sudden burst of hormones in them and everything else that comes with it. He wont bother to tell you the details of what he means. He chose not to tell you because it neither is his job to inform you on basic human physiology, nor is it relevant to his story.

Anyway, the new campers came that Sunday during the first full week of August. Please humor him in believing for the time being that a week begins on Sunday like on a calendar rather than on a Monday. That Monday following that Sunday was the first Monday of August, thus officially beginning the first full week of the eighth month. The kids, or young adults, had all settled in the night before. The five counselors were assigned eight to ten campers each. He got eight. That Monday went just like all the other Mondays before it. For him, I was planning on that nights campfire to try out my new story he had been contemplating the previous week. It ironically coincided with a weather report of a chance of rain a couple of days later. The story picks up here, Monday night, at the Camp Outdoors fire pit. How many here have heard the legend of the Rain Monster? Adam asked the new campers. Theres no such thing as monsters! protested Timmy, one of Adams campers, who sat up close to the campfire. Oh, really? There isnt? Adam asked with raised eyebrows and a cocky smile. Then I guess youve of him the, right? The story of the rain monster had been a legend of Camp Outdoors for years, and it was one Adam loved telling to the campers, especially during their first week there. He was fortunate enough to have the campers there at that nights campfire. It was the second night they would be there, the second of ten days. Adam was pleased that he may actually be able to expand this legend to the potential he thought it deserved. Well now, it looks like well have to remedy that, now wont we? Adam asked cockily with a smile while looking at Timmy. Timmy grinned as he sat on the log he was on with the possibility that monsters might exist; especially ones made out of rain. Who wants to hear of this rain monster? he asked the group of two dozen adolescents and three counselors. Most of the ones who sat around that nights campfire responded with looks of interest and anticipation. A few raised their hands as if to say I do. The counselors, however, just groaned as they shook their heads. The same rain monster that has been known to show itself here from time to time over the last sixty years? With this question, Adam was trying to draw in the children by modifying the volume of his voice. He had had a lot of experience experimenting on his storytelling over the last two summers as counselor and he knew exactly what to do to capture his audiences attention and pull them in. Just like the last several times he told this story, he had his listeners baited and hooked, and all he had to do was

reel them in. Almost as soon as he finished his question, almost all of the campers raised their hands to show that they wanted to hear. The three counselors were the only ones not to. So, you all want to hear about the big, bad, rain monster? Adam repeated. Yes! all the campers said in unison. OK. He smiled while standing and walked around the fire a couple of times while looking at each early-teen child. It all started sixty years ago. Sixty years ago this week in fact, he began. It happened during a tremendous rainstorm that the camp was having. After several hours of heavy rainfall, things began to happen; small things at first such as some flooding. Then, the power went out. But once the power was out, thats when the real trouble started. What trouble? questioned Timmy with suspicion and a small trace of fear. Thats nice of you to ask, Timmy. Ill tell you. Adam smirked. Dont be too graphic there, Adam, warned Susan, one of the female counselors. Theyre still kids. We wouldnt want them to have nightmares. You hear that Adam? Carol, another counselor, asked. Youll get it later if you scare the campers. On the contrary, if I scare them, I wont be getting it, or anything for that matter, later on, Adam shot back with a mischievous grin. There was a murmur through the crowd as the counselors laughed at Adams comment. Susan, however, blushed uncontrollably. Adam continued the story as if the interruption didnt happen. Like I said, heavy rains, flooding, power goes out, the works. The phones even went out soon after that. Then, the wind began. The wind? Christie, one of the campers, asked with a confused expression. What about it? Was it strong? No, thats just it. It wasnt strong or powerful in any way. Well, not at first it wasnt, Adam answered while looking at her. He soon turned his gaze into the air while slightly spreading his arms. There are rumors that voices were heard in it when it blew. Voices in the wind? Davey Thompson, who sat next to Christie, asked. Well, it was more of just one voice really. What was it saying? Adam seemed to ponder the question before answering. No one knows for sure. Some say it was calling peoples names, the names of those who were here at the camp. Others said it was more of

a howling. Others still could not make out anything, but said it was just simply an eerie sound. You know the sound. The kind of sound that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. What happened then? Timmy asked softly as he leaned in to hear. Well, nothing at first. At first it was just raining. And the wind, added Timmy. And the voices, Davey injected. And no power, Christie said. Adam smiled as they looked at him in the eye, eager for more. And dont forget the flooding. So, what happened? Timmy repeated. Like I said, nothing at first, Adam continued. It wasnt until shortly after dinner did things actually begin to happen. It wasnt until when most of the counselors and campers were in our community lodge playing games when things began to go wrong. What sort of things? Wendy, another camper, injected, while sitting on the edge of her log in anticipation. Adam smiled an unreadable smile at her before turning and walked back to his log. He sat on it and faced the crowd. At first, the doors or windows would open up from a burst of wind. This happened a few times until they realized the doors and windows that opened even though they were locked shut. A few of the campers seemed to let out a small gasp at this. How could they have opened if they were locked shut? a camper who asked in back. He was one of the few Adam didnt know the name to yet. Adam shrugged and smiled as if to say, It was the rain monster, I suppose. When the crowd died down a little, Adam continued. The voice became voices, and the things that they said sounded more like words. Like what? the unnamed boy in back said. What were the voices saying? No one knows, after all, it is just a legend. Adam smiled. Soon after the voices started, thats when they started seeing things that werent there. Theyd see people they knew that had died, or people that did not live in the area. When they looked again, the people they thought they saw were gone. But, eventually, according to legend, the people who claimed to have seen or heard something either turned up missing or ended up dying.

Dying? questioned Christie as she looked around in shock, almost as if trying to see anything that might be present within the surrounding shadows. Timmy yelled Cool shortly after this. Hows they die? he eagerly asked. Well, some claimed to have died from natural causes, such as heart attacks, strokes, or some other illness. Others just dropped dead with no apparent cause of death. Some died in a little more graphic, which I shouldnt really talk about. Aw, man, complained Davey. How come you guys always leave out the good stuff? What happened to the ones that turned up missing? inquired Christie. No one knows; they were never found. Adam fell silent as he looked at each of the campers. He quickly glanced at the three counselors, all of whom were shaking their heads at him. Anyway, after the storm ended, a number of the survivors claimed to have seen something in the rain, some sore of figure. They say this figure was formed out of the rain, almost outlined by it. Man, like I said before, Timmy stated, theres no such thing as monsters. Adam agreed. Maybe so, but every twenty years henceforth during that same week, the first week of August, a rain storm comes with the same results. It happened sixty years ago during the first week of August. Then again forty years ago. Ditto yet again twenty years ago. Are you saying well get a chance to see this rain monster this week? Davey asked with enthusiasm and wide eyes. Other campers seemed to share his exuberance as well. No one even knows if its real, answered the groups storyteller. But you just said.. What I just told you is an urban legend for this camp, Adam admitted. However, the fact of the matter is that every twenty years during the first week of August, a tremendous rainstorm occurred here. During which, some flooding occurred, we did have loss of the power and phones, and some of the people died and others claimed to have seen and heard things. Well, thats what our archives say. Coincidental they all told a similar story, commented Wendy, a red-headed fourteen year old camper, who sat in the back. That is true, but none of that has been proven. You have nothing to worry about, assumed Adam while trying to easy any fear the campers might have. Its also coincidental my mom packed me my rain gear, informed Wendy. Isnt there a thunderstorm predicted for tomorrow? Yes, there is. But as you can see, Adam said while looking up to the sky. He pointed towards the moon and stars. There isnt a cloud in the sky.

Wendy looked at him suspiciously. For now there isnt. Storms can move in fast. They have on our ranch, anyway. Why cant they here? Alright guys, Susan announced. Thats it for tonight. She walked to the center of the group and stopped when she was by Adam. Its getting late and we all have to get u early in the morning. Its time for bed. We can all finish these stories tomorrow. She gave Adam a look telling him not to protest as she said this. Adam knew well enough not to. Do we have to? Davey was the only one who vocally protested. Yes, we have to, she replied. There were a few more complaints but over the next couple minutes, the two dozen campers were on their way back to their cabins. Once they were out of ear shot, Susan turned to Adam and demanded, What the hell were you trying to pull? What? he answered ignorantly. He smiled briefly while asking this. You know damn well what I mean! Seriously, what are you talking about? he innocently asked. That story of yours. It was totally uncalled for! she explained. You should not have told that. Why not? Did you want to tell them a harmless story or did you want to scare the hell outta them?! What I said wont scare them, he explained defensively. Theyre practically adults! Yeah, practically, but theyre still kids! God! You are such a child yourself! She threw her arms up in disgust. Hey, whats the matter with you? It was only a story? Adam defensively asked. Unfortunately for him, he realized he should not have said that until after he had. Whats the matter is that theyre still kids, Adam! she exclaimed. I do not want them terrified or spooked because of that story of yours. And what do you think Killensworth would think of this? Well, I dont really care what he thinks of my stories. He was a little confused by her sudden injection of the directors name. Besides, what would he care what stories I tell? As long as they arent too over the top or uncalled for, that is. You mean you havent heard? She blinked rapidly a few times to show her own confusion.

Heard what? You mean you dont know? she repeated. If you tell me what Im supposed to know, then I can tell you whether or not I actually heard it. Im surprised you havent heard or dont know this, she said while looking at him. Well, from what Ive been told, each of these rain storms you say this camp as had the last sixty years; a member of Killensworths family has died in each of them. Really? Are you serious? He blinked a few times himself upon hearing this while Susan nodded to confirm what she said. Thats really coincidental. Whats so coincidental about it? Nothing outside the fact that another story Ive heard deals with a member of the Dresden family dying in those rain storms, he answered. And Killensworths first name is Dresden, Susan stated with a smile. Her tone when she said that indicated that her statement was just that, a statement and wasnt meant to have a reply. And his first name is Dresden, I confirmed with a nod and a smile. It is indeed. She returned a brief smile before kissing him softly. Try not to let that imagination of yours runaway from you too much. She tapped his forehead twice to reinforce what she told him. With this new information that he just learned had stumped him. Not only was he stumped because he had never heard that before, but stumped because he wondered how far he could take that and not get into trouble of slander from Killensworth. Also, he had to wonder, Was this true? Had a member of Killensworths family died in each of these August storms that have plagued the camp the last sixty years? And, if so, was there any correlation between that and another, and very similar, story dealing with the Dresden family? With that, another question popped into Adams mind, one that never occurred to him previously, Was Dresden Killensworth a member of the Dresden family? Only time would tell, and he hoped he found out sooner than later. No worries, he finally said to her. My imagination wont runaway too far. I hope not. She frowned. I dont want you getting into trouble for these stories of yours. Susan, theres nothing to worry about, he said while grabbing her by her hips. He pulled her close and kissed her on her forehead. What I told the boys was not a scary story nor will anything happen as a result of it.

You know that and I know that, but they dont, she said while pointing towards the cabins. What if we really do get that thunderstorm like theyre predicting, huh? What if a bad one, one which makes the power goes off? Then we light candles, he sarcastically answered. Its not a big deal. Its just an urban legend and there is no rain monster. Since there is no rain monster, we dont have to worry about tit making an appearance. So, was it just coincidence that every twenty years during the first week of August, for the last sixty years, we happen to get a storm where people die during? Doesnt it matter that this week is the first week of August twenty years later? Yes, its just coincidental, Adam told her. Remember? Its been investigated before and nothing out of the ordinary was found. Nothing out of the ordinary was reported, you mean. She did her best to look pouty, but it didnt come out well while trying to hide her smile. Thats true, but if there was something that was found to be out of the ordinary, wouldnt that have been reported? Are you hinting that there may be a cover-up? Adam, of course the possibility for it being covered up is there, but no one knows. Why are you worrying about his so much? Im worrying because its our responsibility to make sure these kids are alright, she told him. You should have used a little more common sense then to tell them that story. Are you now against me telling stories? he asked in an almost demand like fashion. Adam, no, of course not. Im just saying perhaps you shouldnt have told that one. She bit her lip and pouted some more. Upon seeing this, Adam sighed in helplessness and resigned to the fact that this argument between them was at best a stalemate. He stepped towards her before gently putting one hand on her waist while putting the other on the side of her neck. He pulled her close and kissed her forehead. Alright, alright, take it easy, he consoled her before kissing her cheek. Dont get yourself worked up. We wouldnt want you to have a stroke or something. While looking at her, Adam couldnt help but think of her. Susan Kim was in her early twenties and met Adam met the previous summer about a month or so after he came to the town. She was of Korean descent, but even she wasnt sure what generation apart she was of her home country. Even though she likes to brag about being Korean, she has never been to any place where her ancestors came from, nor does she know one word or her language. Adam joked that he doubted she would be able to find Korea on the map and she would just laugh it off; but never had she proved she knew where it was.

She was as much an American and red, white, and blue, as much pizza and barbecue wings, as much ketchup, mayonnaise, hot dogs, hamburgers, rock-n-roll, and country music as the next American. Though instead of feeling equal to roughly 65 million other Americans like her, she has the need to be different from the next, just like the 65 million others just like her. She has the need to have some sort of individuality about her, hence the reason she likes to brag about being of Korean stock. Like Koreans, she had the caramel complexion, the black eyes and hair, and other physical traits one would assume shed have. Her hair was always straight and shiny, even in the morning when she rolled out of bed. But, unlike the average Korean, one actually from Korea, Susan had a little meat on her bones from all the good old American food she so loved to eat. Of all her features, Adam felt her eyes were her best, though everything else she had to offer was a close second. Some would say the eyes were a window; a window which allowed them to look into ones soul. Adam, however, after knowing her for as long as he had, would have to argue otherwise. To him, her eyes would not be a window, but, rather, a mirror that would reflect her soul outwards. One could always tell what Susan felt or thought merely by looking at the magnificent eyes of hers. Though, unlike the window, the mirror you could always be broken. A window, though broken, can still be used. A broken mirror is essentially worthless. Her eyes were much the same way. She could choice to break them, thus not allowing anyone to look into her soul. She and Adam began dating the middle of the previous summer. When they first met, she didnt like him much. And to be honest, he couldnt blame her. She felt Adam was too much of a dreamer somewhat of a story teller, and always trying to chase that dream the he may never get around to getting. And, in a sense, he was all that and possibly even more. Adam was a dreamer, and a storyteller, and was chasing that dream we all seek, though, he begged to differ that thats all he was. He was extremely loyal, a great friend, a good listener, and a well known prankster. Concerning the last one, he would do whatever it took to put someone in a good mood, no matter the cost. Susan, on the other hand, is fierce, determined, and very responsible in everything she does when she gets in the mind set. She has no obvious sense of humor, and quite often, she is near impossible to talk with. With their given traits, any reasonable person would argue that Adam and Susan would be, or could be, no good for each other. But, after a few months of him warming on her, with him using what charm and good looks he thought he had, he was able to talk her into a very reluctant and extremely interesting first date. Now, over a year later, there were practically inseparable. The only thing about her Adam dreaded, besides her occasional fiery temper, was her mother. Susans mother, for unknown reasons to him, has always had a distaste for him. These days, it seems, he was promoted to a mere tolerance than anything. Susan once told him of a fight she and her mother had earlier in the year, one that involved Adam. Apparently, her mother warned her to stop seeing him because of a dream she had had a few nights before. She never told him what the dream was about, and it wasnt obvious to Adam if she even

knew what the moms dream was even about. To this day, Susan refuses to talk to him about that. The only thing that sort of came across to Adam was that Mrs. Kim, Susans mother, dreamt that I would be the death of Susan, but other than that, the injection of darkness and rain repeated over and over again, though neither Susan nor Adam knew what that meant. Unfortunately for him, Adam laughed it off as just a scare tactic her mom was trying to use. As a result, Susan went a whole day before speaking to him again. Hes since learned not to laugh at her or her parents without suffering the consequences. It was alright to laugh with them just so long as you didnt laugh at them. But, other than her fiery temper that would get him in trouble on occasion, they made a good couple. They complimented each other well. Adam joked that he and Susan were much like Forrest and Jenny: they both were just like peas and carrots. She laughed. Whys that? Are you afraid if I die now, before it starts to rain, then you cant contribute it to this damn rain monster of yours? She smiled while kissing his nose. Pretty much, yeah, he joked back. What good are my stories if no one thinks they could be true? If you died now, before the storm, all the people here will think more about you dying then my stories potentials. Maybe you should tell another story then. Perhaps I should. Adam smiled as a thought came to him. But then again, how would I be able to hone my craft if I have to change stories every time I start telling one you dont like? They laughed at each other before going silent. After the momentary silence, they kissed each other again. Adam let her go with one hand. Alright, lets go. Were we going? We should follow our own advice and get going to bed. Yes, we should, she confirmed with a sly look. But to our own beds. The look he gave her when he heard this was priceless. That was what I had in mind. Good. You go to your bed and Ill go to mine. That was not what I meant! he gasped. I know, but thats what were going to do. How much longer do you plan on keeping this celibacy thing up for? Adam asked with a pained looked. As long as Im at camp here. Her expression was equally pained.

But thatll be almost the entire month! he protested in shock. You know our responsibilities as camp counselors here, Susan informed him. As long as we work here, these children come first. I know, but I really am getting frustrated. I know. So am I, she softly admitted. Only a couple more weeks, I promise. Thats what bothers me. They laughed once again before kissing, yet again. When they broke their kiss, they went to bed each to their respected cabins. Before leaving, though, Adam took a bucket of water that was next to the fire and poured it on the fiery ambers. The fire fought the liquid, but eventually gave in and went out. The water practically evaporated on impact. The access water spilled out around the edge of the fire pit. After putting the pail down, Adam took Susans hand and they walked back to their cabins. As they began to meld into the darkness, a pair of dot-like eyes opened in the puddle of water by the pit and watched them leave. Whey the counselors disappeared, the eyes closed and vanished.

Chapter 2 Dude, can we hear more of the story? Timmy asked the next morning at breakfast. Story? Which one? Adam asked in between mouthfuls of eggs and toast. The story you told us last night. Oh, the rain monster one? That one? Adam questioned through confused and blinking eyes. Well, duh! What other story did you think I was talkin about? Timmy looked at him with a look mixed with Dude, dont you get it? and anticipation for more. Davey, who sat next to Timmy, also waited with anticipation. In the distance, Christie and Wendy approached. Judy, seeing them walking over, got up from her table and followed. Are you still trying to get him to tell you more of that stupid story? Christie mocked. Its not stupid! Timmy retorted hotly. Its stupid because it scares you. Youre such a girl! Whoa, guys! Ladies! Adam quickly injected before things got out of hand and soon after, Christies eyes filled with tears. Nows not the time. My group and I, he continued as he pointed to his table of eight boys, were just about to go hiking in the woods for the day. And from what I can recall, your groups will be busy today as well. If you guys, and ladies, Adams eyes fell upon Christie and Wendy with this, want to hear more, I guess youll have to come to the campfire tonight. But its suppose to rain tonight, Wendy protested. Then well build a fire in the lodge. Adam scoffed. Besides, since when has the weatherman ever been right? Timmy and Davey laughed out loud as Wendy folded her arms and pouted while glaring at the counselor from under her brow. She and Christie soon departed and went back to their table headed up by Susan. Judy followed shortly thereafter to head back to her table where Mary Ann was counselor. Adam sighed under his breath as he watched the girls leave. He soon focused his attention back to his group. He noticed they were watching him. Guys, do yourself a favor and never get married, ok? He joked to them. Itll be the death of you. His campers laughed at his comment while looking at the table Wendy and Christie went to. The girls saw the boys look before snubbing a nose at them. Alright guys, hurry up with your breakfast, he told them. Theres a lot of ground I want to cover by lunch time. Speaking of which, were all of you able to make yourselves something to eat in case we dont make it back in time? When Adam noticed a couple of his campers had not made anything, he

pointed to a table against the back wall while adding, Hurry up and make it. There should still be food on the back table for you to have. There, at Camp Outdoors, a table was set up in the back of the cafeteria and the cooks would stock it with lunch food prior to breakfast. It was the responsibility of both counselors and campers alike to make their own lunch for that particular day should they chose to have one. If not, then they would have to wait until dinner to eat again. This day, like most, there was deli meats (ham, turkey, and roast beef) as well as various breads for sandwiches, an assortment of bagged chips, a bowl of fruit, as well as desert. That day, desert de jour was brownies. As Adam waited for what campers he had to make their lunch, he went over to say hi to Susan. Hey you, she said when she saw him approaching. Hey babe, how are you doing? Adam put one hand on her waist while pulling her close and kissed her forehead. Hey, not in front of the children, she chastised with a smile and a blush. Adam laughed. Are you afraid theyll think less of me? No, Im afraid theyll think less of me. Oh, always thinking of yourself first, arent we? He kissed her again before she can respond. So, what do you have planned for today? Canoeing, I think, she said while trying to remember. You dont remember? Its either that or kayaking. Same thing. Susan slapped him on the shoulder while trying to glare at him the best she could. No, in fact theyre completely different. Yeah? Whats so different about them? he countered. She looked at him while trying to formulate an answer. One you use a canoe, the other a kayak, she told him shortly thereafter. Oh, I guess that makes all the difference. Adam laughed again. So, what do you have planned for your group today? she inquired. Oh, just a little hiking trip up in the woods, he told her while pointing in the general direction. I might give them a little tree identification lecture today as well.

Oh, geez. Susan rolled her eyes. Can I expect you back by dinner? She looked at him as if trying to figure out what he might say. Of course, he said while shooting her a look of his own. When was the last time you remember be missing dinner, huh? She laughed. I cant. You see? Nothing to worry about. After saying that, Adam noticed his group was pretty much ready for the day. He looked back to Susan and kissed her again, this time on the lips. Ill see you later tonight, ok? Well see about that, she teased while kissing him one last time. Ill see you later. Yeah, see you later, he responded before letting go of Susans waist and walking to organize his group. Is everyone ready? And within moments of his group confirming that they were in fact ready, Adam was walking out the cafeterias doors with a group of eight young men behind him. Once outside, they started walking towards what the camp labeled as the wilderness. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------So, Adam, Michael said from the back, whats on the agenda today? Michael Jacobson was one of the youngest in the group, but was by far one of the most grownup people at the camp. He was a thin, nerdy twelve year old with coke bottle glasses. He often spoke with intelligence of an adult and, because of this; it was quite easy to forget he wasnt even a teenager yet. Already at twelve, he had the rest of his life planned out. He planned to graduate high school a year early at sixteen; college by nineteen, twenty at the latest; and grad school done by twenty-two. He planned to have a job as an investment banker by twenty-three, married by twenty-five, two children by thirty, and retired at forty-five. The only thing he didnt realize was that time had a funny way of changing things; and people were no exception to this. Well, like I mentioned earlier, Mike.. Adam started. Its Michael, he corrected. Is that well be pretty much on al all day hike in the woods, Adam continued as if there wasnt even an interruption. Michael took his counselors behavior in stride as if used to it. There has to be more to todays agenda than walking around the woods, he added. Yes, yes there is, confirmed the counselor.

There had better be, complained Michael. My parents are paying quite a bit of money for me to come here and its not just for me to walk around amongst the trees, Michael retorted with an air of arrogance. I could have just stayed home and walked in the woods behind my house if this was all we were going to do. You wouldnt be by any chance related to Wendy, would you? Adam sarcastically asked. Eww, that girl? Michael asked before doing an exaggerated dry heave as he tried giving his best Im so repulsed attitude. This drew either a bunch of laughs or nervous chatter. Their leader was the only one of the nice who was not humored. He gave him a hard look before pursing his hips and rolled his eyes before continuing on with their hike. I cant believe you even consider putting me in the same group as her, let alone think about it, Michael continued. He tried to keep up his repulsiveness he exhibited earlier, but it was soon losing its luster among his peers. Shes, like, so immature and thinks shes better than all of us. Oh boy, Adam said to himself. He didnt want to respond, but, instead, picked up the pace as he headed further into the woods. Cmon guys, we have a bit more of a hump before we get to where we gotta get to. Within half an hour, they reached a small clearing a few miles north of the camp. Adam made this way to the center of the clearing before taking pack off and put it on the ground. Ok, packs off, he told the group. He waited until all nice packs were on the ground before continuing. Ok, gentlemen, welcome to your first class of tree identification. Michael laughed openly when he heard this. Are you serious? Is this why you brought us here? To teach us trees? Adam looked at him in silence. It is. This is going to be a cake walk. I already know them all, Michael boasted. Really? The question drew an arrogant sneer and nod from the groups pompous member. Is there anyone else here who knows trees? Adam looked to each member of the party. Can all of you identify the majority of trees you see here, right now? No one answered. It looks like itll be a cake walk only for you, Mikey. Michael, he corrected. Perhaps you would enlighten us with your knowledge on these trees? What if I dont want to?

If you dont, Mikey I told you, its Michael, he corrected yet again. Then the rest of the group wont believe anything you say, Adam continued while keeping his gaze as calm as he could upon the presumptuous adolescent. Well think that youre all talk and arent able to back it up. Well think you really dont know anything and that you talk and brag to try and hide this fact. He took a few steps towards the young man. While looking at him, Adam noticed Michaels strong face was beginning to falter. Or, you can be quiet and let me do what I brought you here for. Michael was able to finally respond to the instructors request when Adam backed up to his original spot. Sure, Ill do it. Ill show you creeps I know my trees. And with a nod from Adam, Michael stepped forward and identified every tree on the edge of the clearings perimeter correctly. He was so full of himself afterwards; he cockily swaggered back to his spot within the group. Some of the young lads around him looked upon him with awe. Very good, Mickey, complimented Adam. Michael. But would you be so kind and explain why an oaks an ok and not a maple? requested Adam. What makes a spruce a spruce and not a pine? How about the characteristics between a hickory and a black walnut? Or the basic differences between a coniferous and a deciduous tree? What about the various types of leaves; such as what is a pinnately simple leaf as compared to a palmately compound one? Would you be so kind as to tell us these answers? As Adam, as well as the other seven males waited, Michaels overall expression and demeanor went from that of extreme cockiness to that of complete helplessness. He honestly could not answer any of the questions asked. The only thing that came out of him was, Coniferous trees have needles and deciduous ones have leaved. He seemed totally deflated at this moment, aware that no matter what he said, he wouldnt be able to come up with an answer to retain his previous attitude. Adam seemed to sense this for he spoke before the silence grew any more uncomfortable, or longer. Very good, Michael. Very good answer. Upon hearing this, as well as being addressed by his full and proper name, Michael relaxed slightly as an embarrassed smile crossed his lips. And I appreciate you not completely answering everything I asked, Adam continued. I appreciate you allowing me to finish what I began. After a few more comments on his behalf, Michael was not only relieved that Adam had the courteous to let him save face, but also relaxed as a result. Adam continued on with his day long lecture of tree identification with little to no interruptions from Michael.

Chapter 3 Alright guys, thats going to wrap up trees for the time being, Adam informed them a couple of hours later. I just wanted to give you all a brief lecture and overview on basic tree identification, and, hopefully, thats what I gave you. You call that brief? Timmy complained. Davey laughed. Yeah, the suns going down. Actually, I thought it was quite informative, Michael added while standing up for their storytelling counselor. Adam blushed slightly from the rare compliment. Thank-you, Michael. Im glad you liked it. But, as for the sun going down, he smiled while looking at both Dave and Tim, theres still quite a bit of daylight left. In the meantime, theres still a bit more I would want to tell you guys. Ah, man! Cant we go back? the nameless boy complained. I dont want to miss any of American Idol tonight. Its a new episode after all. Since he didnt know his name, Adam secretly referred to this nameless lad as John Doe. Well, for starters, John, no, we cant go back yet. Why not? Because I dont know when well have an opportunity to come back up this way again. As a result, I dont want to waste the chance to show all of you something while were here, Adam answered. And as far American Idol goes, John, American Idol sucks. This comment drew a laugh from the group while a heated blush colored the face of the nameless boy. Who are you calling me John? asked the unnamed boy. You. Why? Thats not my name. Im calling you that because I dont know your name. Its actually short for John Doe, Adam told him. You could have asked me what my name was. I did. You did? Twice in fact. Really?

Really really. When? Your first day here. I must not have heard you, John Doe confessed. I dont know how you couldnt have, Adam told him. It was relatively quiet when I asked and you were looking at me both times. Huh. I dont remember. Obviously. Are you making fun of me? No, of course not. It sounded like you were. My apologies if it did. Adam smiled briefly to himself when he remembered something. Oh, by the way John, maybe we failed to tell you previously, but we dont have TV here. No TV?! a few campers asked. Well, correction. We have a TV, a couple in fact, Adam informed them, but we dont have cable. Theyre hooked up to a VCR and DVD players. Great! No TV and no American Idol, John complained. Sorry John. Maybe next time. Its Doug, John corrected. My name is Doug, ok? Again, my apologies John, ere, I mean Doug. Adam looked at his watch. He nodded, as if satisfied with what the watch told him, before looking up and over at his campers. We still have time for me to show you a couple more things before we go back. A few groans escaped several of the lads mouths. A couple heads shook while eyes rolled. Hey, hey, hey, Adam said while raising his hands. He tried calming any qualms before they started. Please, humor me a bit more, will you? Ok, Doug told him with a shrug. What did the nun say when she walked into the bar? The other eight people of the group went silent and focused their attention onto him when he asked this.

What? Adam asked with a confused laugh. What did the nun say when she walked into the bar? Doug repeated. I heard you the first time, but thats not what I meant, Adam told him. What does that have to do with what were doing? You did tell us to humor you, right? Doug asked. So, what did the nun say when she walked into the bar? Adam laughed. I dont know. What did the nun say when she walked into the bar? Ouch. Doug let out a laugh of his own when he answered. Adam shook his head when he heard that before turning his back on the group and processed to hike in the direction he wanted to go. I dont get it, Davey announced while looking around the group to see if anyone did. Apparently only Doug, Michael, and Adam got it. A few minutes later, Timmy caught up to him. Yo man, how much further? he complained. Not much further. Were almost there, replied Adam. Top of the hill were on is where were going. There was an opening at the top of the hill where Adam had his campers take a little breather. Some of the boys commented that the so-called hill they just ascended up was in fact a mountain, but not to claims to back this up. But, the only thing they could contribute to this being a mountain was the view they had. The view being panoramic, allowed everyone to see several miles in each direction. From here, they could see two fairly large lakes to the south; one was so long they couldnt see the end of it. Whoa, nice view! one of the boys stated. Another agreed. Yeah; killer view. Adam removed his pack and put it on the ground besides him. Alright guys, you can all put your packs down and rest for awhile. Were where I wanted to take us. There was sighs of relief as all the packs fell to the ground with half the campers following suit while collapsing next to their bags. If any of you need some water, now would be a good time to haul some out. This also is where were going to eat lunch for the day. Adam removed his water bottle when he said that. He drank about a third of it before replacing the cap. He watched most of the campers drink their own water before walking amongst them. He had to smile to himself when he noticed a lot of them were still huffing and puffing. Alright, when you guys are ready, tell me what you see. Not much, one said in a tone which indicated he didnt care what they saw. He just seemed happy to have a chance to rest.

Timmy, Davey, and a couple others laughed when hearing this. Some even replied with their own comments such as Yeah, right! or There aint nothin here, as well as a few other off-color remarks. True enough, there isnt much here, admitted Adam with a smile, but thats not what I asked. I didnt ask how much you see, nor did I ask whether or not there was much here to see. But, rather, I asked what you do see. He paused briefly so his group could reassess the question. Most of them took the time to look around the clearing, a few of them he felt were just pretending to look, which allowed them more time to rest. He didnt care what they did just so long as they looked. Nothing? he asked. Ok, let me ask a simpler question. What trees do you see? Dont worry; you dont need to tell me the exact species. The group theyre in will suffice. A lot of birch, announced Michael almost immediately. Adam smiled with a nod. Good, Michael. Yes, there are a lot of birches. Anything else? Popular, Doug answered, a some beech. Yes, correct; popular and beech. Good job. Adam pointed to a couple poplars to his right. And the poplars were you can hear their leaves making noise in the wind, the ones Im pointing to now, what are these? No one answered. The campers just looked at him like he was speaking a foreign language. These actually have two common names, he continued after a moment or so. Theyre either called trembling aspen or quaking aspen. Both names are correct, both are the same tree, and both are of what you hear when the leaves rustle in the wind. Chances are if you hear this sound in the woods and happen to catch a glimpse of some whitish bark, theres a good chance that these are the trees youre hearing. Is this why you dragged us up here? So we can hear what sound their leaves make in the wind? complained Davey. Adam laughed while shaking his head. No, thats not the reason. Then why did you bring us here? For the view? Well, before I answer that, let me ask a question. Adam walked around the clearing in silence while looking at what the spot had to offer. The clearing was atop this hill with a view of several miles in every direction. Whatever they saw, it was covered with trees. To the south lay two lakes, one of which was so large, the far end of it could not be seen. Scattered throughout some spots rooftops of houses could be seen. To the west and north a watch tower were seen. These towers, long since employed,

were used to watch for fires way back in the day. He stopped at the southern edge of the clearing and rested against an old tree stump while looking down at the lakes below him. Isnt this the spot where were going to die from exhaustion? Timmy asked with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. Or heat stroke? added Davey. Both of those are good answers, I have to admit, Adam told them dryly, but they arent the answers I was looking for. Michael cleared his throat before asking, What about malaria or yellow fever? What about them? We could die from those, couldnt we? Arent they transmitted through black flies or mosquitoes or something? Yes, but in your case, Ill go with something. When hearing this from their counselor, Michael, as well as a number of his peers, looked at Adam blankly, indicating they didnt understand what he meant by that. But, to answer your question, yes, malaria and yellow fever are transmitted to humans from infected flying insects, usually mosquitoes. I knew it! Michael stated with a look of an I-told-you-so. Death by malaria. What are polio and yellow fever? asked Dougie. Some things you dont want to get, informed Michael. You get it when a fly bites you and after awhile, you cant move or you have a really high fever. After awhile, you cant move. Youre arms and legs wont work and youll fall down. Youre body starts getting all soft and mushy, like Jell-O. If that doesnt kill you, the fever will. Hey, hey, hey, Adam chastised. Thats enough of that, ok Michael? Theres no need to get the others excited. No one here is going to catch either one of those, let alone die from them. How do you know? Dougie asked with a worried voice. Modern medical advances in todays age are amazing, replied the slightly irritated counselor. Besides, all of you have been, or should have been, vaccinated against either of those. So, as a result, none of you will get it. Adam sighed heavily as he stood watching his eight campers sprawled on the grass in the middle of the clearing. So, getting back to my previous question, are any of you able to tell me the significance of this spot? He watched their eyes of his group, but none of them appeared to know the answer. Anyone? No? Alright. Rumor has it; this was the burial ground for some American

Indians that lived in this area. Now are any of you able to tell me the name of the Indians that lived around here? Some of the campers looked at him blankly while others looked away or down at the ground. A couple even looked around and acted like they didnt hear him. Adam smiled Let me give you a hint. The name of the Indians that lived around here is the same name as that really big lake we see down there. It is also the name of the county to the east. Half of them said Seneca while the others said Cayuga. Well, what is it? Seneca or Cayuga? Adam asked with an interesting smile. Michael, maybe you can help us out with this. I think I can, the intelligent camper replied smugly with an arrogant look on his face. Though the Senecas and Cayugas both lived in the area, you are, in fact, looking for the Senecas as to the answer of your question. Adam nodded his head. Very good Michael and thank-you. That is correct. Before I tell you what is thought to be the significance of this spot, let me touch upon something dealing with these trees around us. Since most of these trees we see are either birch or popular, I should add that they are usually the first types of trees to appear in an area, Adam informed them. Usually, they appears when a meadow progresses towards being a forest, or if a forested area had been cleared for one reason or another. What reasons would that be? Josh asked. Well, duh. Michael sighed arrogantly. Ever hear of a clear cut? Josh blushed while lowering his head with embarrassment. A clear cut would be one example, yes, Adam confirmed, but so would a natural disaster such as a storm, lightning, wind, snow, and ice. Heck, even a fire. What caused this clearing? asked Davey. Who knows? Adam shrugged. Take your pick. But regardless of how this clearing was made, birches and poplar usually, like I said, inhabit an area first and they usually have a lifespan of eighty to one hundred years. Since there are some beech and maple in the mix as well, Im guessing its around that time frame now. But, regardless of that, this clearing is theoretically less than one hundred years old. However, this clearing that were in is said to be an old burial ground for a Seneca Indian tribe. It is rumored that is was used as such up until about eighty years ago. Are you serious? asked Timmy. An actual burial ground?

Thats what the stories say, Adam told him. What happened since then? Doug asked. I mean, eighty years ago when it stopped being a burial ground, what happened to the area? Well, regardless of whether or not this was in fact a burial ground, stated Adam, this hill, as well as most of the country around us, including the camp were staying at, was land of the Seneca Indians.. So youve previously told us, interrupted Michael rudely. A couple of the campers either looked at him with disgust or told him to stop it. Are there any bones or anything we can dig up? Sean, one of the campers, asked. A number of the other boys seemed to show the same enthusiasm as him. Im sure there are, but were not going to. Not today anyway. Ah, man! Why not? Sean was obviously disappointed by what he was told. Well, theres a number of reasons why, Adam told him. For starters, thats not the reason I brought you up here. As a result, were not prepared or equipped for doing that. Secondly, it is against the law to dig up or unearth human remains. And thirdly, if this is a spot of an actual burial ground, this is considered sacred ground not only to the Senecas, but to other Indians as well. This is where their ancestors lie. It would be the same as going to a cemetery and digging up one of your relatives, such as a grandmother or an uncle. I still would like to see some human bones or something, Sean insisted. A head would be cool to find. A number of others, including Timmy, Davey, and Josh, seemed to share not only his enthusiasm of finding human remains, but also the let down of not being able to at least look. Anyway, regardless of whether or not this was an actual burial ground, I dont know, but this spot was viewed as special, or sacred, by the Seneca Indians, Adam continued. Since we are at a good height and can see quite a bit in all directions, they believed that this was a spot that you were very close, or closer, to the Great Spirit, their god. Also, both of these lakes that were able to see from here, Seneca Lake is the big one to the left, and the much smaller one, Keuka Lake way down there to the right. Each has their own stories when it comes to Seneca myth and lore. Is there any one here interested in hearing some stories? he asked in a way that was hard for his campers to say no. Good. Adam smiled at this. Anyway, lets see. A man by the name of Paul Dresden had had his eye on this land for about ten years. He thought this land would be a perfect spot for some type of development or some sort of recreational purpose. Heck, for he was proposing something that combined a little development mixed in with some sort of trail network or park facility. He was hoping

to market it in such a way to bring the city people up to enjoy what upstate New York had to offer, as well as make quite a bit of money on the side. He paused to look at his campers. After a moment or two of Adam not talking, Josh asked, What happened? Did he ever get the development developed? No, he never got it developed. Adam thought for a short period of time. Well, what eventually got developed, he started while using his hands to make quotation marks with that, Paul Dresden had tried for a number of years to push for this desired project for these lands, but he wasnt getting any type of cooperation he wanted, or needed, to get his plans a green light for. Since this was all Seneca land, they werent over joyed with the same enthusiasm that Dresden concerning their land, their home, for other people just because one man felt it was a good idea, Adam continued. Granted, the Senecas did have some run ins with other people who wanted to use some portions of their land for one thing or another, but none of them had any plans as big as Dresden had. They were insulted and offended in so many different ways that it wasnt even funny. To them, Dresden didnt even care about them, their ways, or their land. They felt he wanted their land for a way to make money and to bring people here they felt did not belong. They got to the point where they had him almost convinced not to do this, or, at least, to go elsewhere to make money. After a couple of years of trying, Dresden found something else that would make more money for him, especially in the long run, Adam told them with a smile before pausing again. Timmy raised his hand. What was it? What did he find? Gas, replied Adam. Gas? Timmys eyes expressed strong confusion when he repeated what Adam had said. You mean the type you get after eating too much chili? Yeah, or after eating at Taco Bell? added Davey. No, not that type of gas. Adam laughed. That type of gas is also known as flatulence. I was referring to natural gas. Arent flatulence and natural gas the same thing? Michael inquired. Well, in a sense they are, but in the sense I am talking about, no they arent, their counselor stated. Flatulence is natural in the sense people produce it and give it off. This is also called farting. A number of the boys laughed when they heard this. However, in this case, natural gas is a type of gas that is normal in the ground. People have learned to mine it and use it for things such as heating ones home or using it to cook with. Some of you guys might have electric stoves at home, whereas others might have a gas stove. Anyway, the gas from the gas stove is what Im talking about when I say natural gas. Is this what happened here? asked Dougie.

Yes, it is, though it still took a few more years after that for Dresden to get what he wanted to come true, Adam told him. You see, Dresden so desperately wanted to use the land for what he wanted, he did whatever he could and whatever he had to to get what he wanted. This eventually led both of them, Dresden and the Senecas, in court. Ultimately, Dresden was able to mine for the gas but under three conditions. First, he could only use the land for the extraction of the natural gas itself; second, he had to cooperated with both the Senecas and the law while he was doing this; and thirdly, the Senecas insisted this hill, this spot in particular, be untouched and unused during all of this. By the way, he paused long enough to let a memory filter its way into his head, have any of you heard the story about the so-called drums of Seneca Lake? Luckily for him, no one had. Alright. Basically, the drums of Seneca Lake were occasional booming sounds along the lake. However, many of the residents hear have never heard them, while others have heard them many times, he explained. From what Ive heard, theyre heard most frequently around dusk in late summer and early fall. Coincidentally, theyve been heard distinctly near two spots in the area. Adam smiled when he said this. One is Lodi Point, a spot to the east side of the lake, he told them while pointing in the general direction of the Point. The other is in a town on this side of the lake. Its a little bit south of here. Is anyone here able to tell me where this other town is? He went quite for the group to answer. No one did. See that town down there? Dresden? Josh asked. Dresden is the other one? It is indeed. When he silenced for his group to understand what he just said, there was a murmur of recognition shortly after he said that. Is the town named after this guy youre talking about? Sean asked. Not directly, no, replied Adam with a shake of his head. I heard it may be his family or some relative that it was ultimately named after, but Im not entirely sure. But it is coincidental. Anyway, as for these so-called drums, there was some speculation that these popping or booming sounds that were said to be these drums were actually caused by natural gas in the ground that was being released. They were released from fissures or cracks in the rocks at the bottom of the lake. The theory was later supported when the overall boom of the drums were fainter in the 1920s when the gas fields were developed around Tyrone; somewhere between these two lakes that we see from here. As chance would have it, the volume of the drums returned shortly after the natural gas fields were depleted. The Seneca Indians who lived around the lake said that these sounds were the sounds of drums. They said these drums were either of their forefathers, of some evil spirit, of some deity expressing themselves, or it was from the God of Thunder himself. Regardless of the reasoning, many residents believed that these drums were loudest prior to some natural disaster, such as when Watkins Glen was flooded in 35. But, who knows what they are or what they really mean.

What do you think, Adam? Timmy asked. Im not sure, he honestly said. Ive never heard them myself. Im just passing along a story that Ive heard a few times. So, tell us Adam, how these drums of yours relate to this Paul Dresden you were talking about? inquired Michael intuitively. Good question and I was just getting to that. He assured them with a faint smile. Anyway, within a few years after getting the courts ok to mine for gas in the area, Paul Dresden had virtually a chokehold of the lands around here. And by the mid- to late-twenties, he was able to have what was left of the Seneca Indians gone from the area. Granted, a lot of them had either moved away for one reason or another, or had successfully been assimilated into the white culture over the years. What does assimilate mean? asked Davey. It means they were incorporated into our culture, Adam answered. They were living like us and with us. But werent they assimilated long before then? Michael asked. Yes, they were, though several of them still clung to their old ways even after this assimilation, Adam told him. But, by the late-twenties, the current generation at the time, as well as the next one, were fairly incorporated as it was. However, they still had several old members from the old days. When these started dying off, it was easier for Dresden to get almost complete control of the area. Near the end of the gas business here, Adam continued, he started developing plans to turn the area into some sort of development like he had previously wanted. He brought his son into the works to help him formulate possible suggestions. His son had just graduated from college and supposedly had big plans he wanted to try out. Anyway, during this time, rumor has it that he was visited one evening at home. The visitor to be a Seneca Shaman. One boy interrupted to ask, Whats that? As Shaman is their version of a witch doctor, Adam told him. And from what Ive heard, she was only there a couple of minutes before leaving. What was said? the same boy asked. Huh? Adam questioned with a smile. What was said between this witch doctor and Dresden? I dont know. To his amazement, Adam honestly didnt know, and to make matters worse for him, he wasnt even able to come up with any type of story to tell them. All he could do was stand there with this arms out while smiling at them. Well, what happened to him?

What would you say if I said youd never believe me? he replied with a bigger grin. What makes you think that were believing anything youve said so far? Michael asked sarcastically. But were interested in hearing what story you have to tell us. At first Adam couldnt respond. All he could do was stand there looking at Michael. When their eyes met, he knew that Michael knew that not everything he told them was the complete and whole truth. Well, since you put it to me like that, I guess I have no choice but to tell you. Adam smiled. He looked at his campers, who seemed to give him a look he couldnt interpret. Anyway, from what Ive been told, less than a week after being visited by this Shaman, the witch doctor, Paul Dresden died. In fact, from what Im told, he died not too far from were at now. Did she get in trouble? Timmy asked. Did who get in trouble? That witch doctor. Did she get in trouble for this Dresden guy dying? Why would she? Adam asked. No one could really prove one way or another whether or not she did in fact visit Paul Dresden that night a few days before his death; after all, he was home alone during this alleged visit. And besides, he smiled when he said this as his eyes scanned the boys as they still at in front of him, it was a freak accident that killed him. Also, when the doctors did an autopsy on him, he was in perfect health, other than the obvious that killed him. How did he die? one of the boys asked. You may not believe this, but Adam started as his eyes went distinct as he sat to start his next story. We probably wont, commented Michael to no one in particular, but got a laugh out of it nonetheless. He was out hiking one day when a storm came up, Adam continued. From best that people were able to piece together, that particular day had been nice, perfect in fact, up until when the storm came. The storm came all of a sudden without any warning. Anyway, Dresden went to seek shelter in some trees on a cliff. The cliff, from what Im told, is somewhere around here though Im not quite sure where. While under these trees waiting for the storm to pass, a bolt of lightning struck one of them. The tree was shattered on impact, and both the tree and Dresden were found floating below in Seneca Lake the next day. The official cause of death was drowning, since his lungs were filled with water, the counselor informed them, but it was unclear whether he would have died directly from the lightning bolt itself or from the fall into the water. However, indirectly, you could say the he indeed did die from it. Why do you say that? Davey asked. Didnt you say that he drowned?

Yes, I did say the official cause of death was from drowning, but if the tree he was under wasnt struck by lightning, would he have been thrown over the cliff into the lake? Adam shrugged and raised his arms as he looked at Davey. So, in a sense, that bolt of lightning killed him even though technically he died from drowning. And do you know that ironic thing about his death? he asked rhetorically. Legend has it he died the same way on the same cliff, and pretty much in the same spot, as did The Wandering Chief Agayenthah did. Have any of you guys heard about this? Almost all of them either said or shook their heads no when asked that. Well, again, according to Seneca Legend, Agayenthah was out tracking a bear along a cliff, supposedly, like I said, the same cliff that Paul Dresden was on, Adam informed them. At which point, he realized how tired his legs were getting when he decided to sit on the ground alongside his group. Anyway, while tracking this bear of his, a sudden summer storm appeared, causing him to seek shelter under a large tree at the edge of the cliff. Legend has it, lightning struck the tree, and both he and the tree received a fatal blow from the God of Thunder. They both fell into the lake, and together, floated out towards the middle of the lake. The following day, the Seneca Lake drums, the ones I told you about earlier, were heard while another storm arose. The trunk of a large tree was seen floating along the surface of the lake. Witnesses have said that the tree was riding high in the water and looked like a funeral barge. Also, according to the same legend, the tree was seen many times since then, and always in the calm that precedes a storm. It was also seen so often that when the Seneca drums are heard, people will say that the Wandering Chief is on the trail again. I know all of this may sound coincidental, but, Adam said with a shrug and a grin, is it really coincidental or was it something else for history to repeat in a sense? Some say it was purely coincidental, but others, others who believe, or those who want to believe, say that he was jinxed or cursed by that Shaman that came to visit him that night. And to make things even more coincidental, take a guess when Dresden died in that storm? No one did. It was the first week or August; eighty years ago. So, this so-called curse that this camp has is because of him? Timmy asked. Adam shrugged. Or so says the legend. The party of nine sat where they were in silence for a few minutes while thinking about what Adam had told them during their rest period there in the clearing. While they sat there, Adam noticed some storm clouds approaching. He was slightly worried when he saw them because he knew that should the clouds get any close and linger for long enough, they were going to be in for one hell of a downpour that could haunt them for the rest of the night and on into morning. Because of this, he

didnt want to get stuck out in it for any longer than they had to. And to make matters worse, he didnt want his campers worrying about this so-called rain monster, especially after all the stories he just told. Thunder rumbled in the distance as he glanced down at his watch. Well, he thought to himself, itll be easier going back; it was all downhill. When he was done, Adam got up, took one last drink from his water bottle, and addressed his group. Alright guys, finish up with what youre doing. Its time to get going. Ah, man. Cant we hear more stories? Davey pleaded. Sure you can, but not here, he told him. Ill be more than happy to tell stories later on back at camp, but we really need to get going. Were going to be late for dinner if we dont start now. Also, dont forget to pick up anything you might have dropped or left behind. The camp doesnt want us to discard any garbage or leftover food at all up there. Everyone complied to his wishes, and, within five minutes, the party of nine that was at the clearing on top of the hill was hiking back to camp. Adam looked up before they went into the woods to see the threatening clouds fast approaching.

Chapter 4 They were lucky. Adam and his group got back to camp shortly before the rains came, though they did get somewhat wet from about ten minutes of sprinkles. It rained heavy for a bit after they made it to safety before subsiding and stopping all together. The heavy, dark grey clouds, however, did not go away like the rains had. They lingered in the heavens above and hinted at the hell they could unleash at their choosing. Lightning sparked a few miles from camp and thunder spoke thereafter. The suspense of the grief the clouds wanted to dispense was high and easily felt. The camp, as a result, was on edge; not from whether or not the rains would come, but, rather, when they would comeagain. A cool wind soon encompassed the camp, and with it, a mysterious breeze that chilled everyone to the bone. Susan was trying to start a fire in the lodge when the last of Adams group entered. Wow was all Adam could think to himself when he looked around the crowded lodge. Looks like everyones here. As he surveyed the peoples faces, his eyes slowly drifted back to Susan. While smiling to himself, he noticed she was talking to herself with no luck at getting the fire going. He could just hear her mutter swear words, as well as other vulgarities, at her lack of luck she was having. As she reached in to attempt lighting the kindling an eighth time, her shirt rose up above her waist a few inches to reveal the fairy tattoo she got early that spring. Adam smiled to himself while remembering her frustration at the camps policy for the counselors to wear shirts long enough to be tucked in whenever they were on duty. She had wanted to show off her tattoo ever since she got it, but was infuriated by the camps shirt policy. As he walked over to her, his eyes never left her or her fairy. Whats this? he asked while putting his hand on her exposed back. Susan jumped from startlement as she quickly turned with a raised hand. She reframed from slapping him when she realized who it was. God damn you! she stated hotly. What have I told you about sneaking up on me? How would I have been able to touch your sultry body if youd known I was coming, huh? He gave her a mischievous grin. Besides, I wasnt sneaking. With all the muttering and swearing you were doing, a train could have come by and you wouldnt have heard a thing. Also, are you avoiding my question? Or are you just choosing not to answer it? I thought we werent allowed to wear shirts we couldnt tuck it. We cant while were on-duty, she answered with a blank look. You know this. But, youre on-duty, arent you? Adam smiled at her. Whatcha tryin to do, get the boys here all hot and bothered? I didnt realize you like them this young.

She tensed up when she heard that while breathing in deeply and glared at him with her icy blue eyes. For starters, I am not on-duty at the moment, hence the reason for the shorter shirt. Secondly, she continued, no, I am not trying to get the boys here all hot and bothered. Theres only one boy I want to do that to. Her eyes softened at this moment while a seductive smile briefly crossed her lips. And, thirdly, Im not into boys this young. Unlike you, I am not a pedophile. What the hell are you talking about? Adam demanded sharply. Im not a pedophile! Shhtake it easy. She smiled while putting a finger to his lips. She quickly looked around the room to notice some of the campers laughing at them. I was only joking, she said after looking by at him. Oh, will you help me with something? Adams eyes and face softened when he knew he had been had before answering. I will help you with anything you want. Will you help me get this damn fire going? She asked while looking at him with her best puppy-dog look. She knew he couldnt resist it when she did that to him. Within a matter of seconds, he took the matches from her hand and bent over to start the fire. Minutes later, warmth was being radiated off the now lit fire. Thank-you, Susan told him. When he stood, she walked to him and kissed him. Oh, before I forget, Dresden wanted to see you about something. Do you know why? No, he didnt say. Adam looked at her before asking, What was his overall reaction like when he wanted to see me? Other than saying he wanted to see you, he seemed normal, she replied. But you know how Dresden is. Hes always trying to be as calm and cool whenever possible. He laughed and rolled his eyes when he heard that. Yeah, you got that right. Hes so anal retentive that he wouldnt know how to be neither calm nor cool, even if they bit him on that scrawny little ass of his. That still doesnt change the fact that he wants to see you. Susan smiled. Adam grunted. No, it doesnt. He obviously didnt want to see Director Killensworth. You know, the exotic beauty said as a coy smile rose on her face. She walked slowly towards Adam while swinging her hips. The sooner you go talk with your boyfriend, the sooner you get to leave, she pointed out as she stopped in front of him. In the process of doing so, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close And the sooner you get to leave the sooner you get to see me again.

Now that, I have to admit, is the best thing Ive heard all day. An ear-to-ear smile popped onto his face while he contemplated all the different ways he could that that. Take it easy, Hormone Boy, Susan told him sternly before kissing his nose. You really ought to keep those in check until you might need them. What are you saying? he asked as a look of skepticism rose on his face. Are you saying what I think youre saying? All Im saying is that youd better not keep your boyfriend waiting any long then you have to. She smiled. The sooner you see him, the sooner you get it over with; and that you should unleash those hormones of yours only when youd need them. She kissed him again before unwrapping her arms from his neck. She soon slapped his butt when her hands were clear. Im sure you can find your way to his office. Ill see you later babe. With that, Susan turned and disappeared into the crowd behind her. Adam was left standing where he was as he pondered whatever implications his girlfriend meant by that. Three minutes later, he knocked on Dresdens door. Enter, a man announced from behind the closed door. Adam obliged, opened the door, and entered. Camp Outdoors director met the counselors gaze when looked up from what papers he was reading. Dresden stood behind his desk, but other than looking up, he did not move. What Dresden lacked in terms of weight, he more than made up for in terms of height and arrogance. He was about 68 and around one hundred and sixty pounds. The slightest breeze would knock him over if he didnt have some rocks in his pockets for the added weight. His arrogance, on the other hand, Adam often wished was as lean as the rest of him, but you cant get everything you ask for. He smiled to himself thinking that this might be the similar to the Napoleon complex short people have. Dresden had longer reddish, brown hair that was combed back. It almost reached his shoulders, but not quite. His full beard matched in color. His eyes, to Adams best description, were that of an algae green, and his teeth were both bright and white that any slightest light would reflect off of them and temporarily blind anyone within twenty feet of him. Ah, Adam, Im so glad you could stop by, Killensworth said from where he stood. He, again, didnt move from his spot when he announced this. He didnt come around the desk to greet Adam further, nor did he offer a hand to be shook. Ive been expecting you, though I never anticipated youd be here so soon. I could always come back later, say, at a time thats more convenient for you, Adam replied with feigned sincerity. Oh no, now is a perfect time for your company, responded the director. He paused briefly while looking at the young employee for a moment.

Adam could sense Dresdens wheels were turning in his head, but was unable to get any sense of what it might be from. This whole time, Killensworth expression remained unreadable. If you would give me a moment, I just wanted to wrap up what Im doing real fast, Dresden said while indicating the papers in his hand. Adam shrugged. Sure, go ahead. Take as much time as you need. Dresden continued to look at him for a moment or two longer in silence before going back to his papers. As he waited, Adam began looking around the office. Though he had been there a couple times before, he never actually paid much attention to the dcor within. In the back right corner was a bookshelf that stood almost to the ceiling. Some of its veneer finish had begun peeling, while in other spots it had broken off to expose the cork substance underneath. It was modestly filled with books, mostly textbooks from what he could tell. Upon further observation, many of the texts were of basic sociology and psychology, with a few more advanced ones in the same field thrown in. The other texts were of child development, management, and basic economics. The other books, the ones that werent texts, were similar to the rest. They were on management, young adult psychology, and one Adam found entertained that was entitled, Team Leadership. Besides the bookshelf, there was about a half dozen of those clichd, inspirational pictures hanging on the walls. Adam wanted to laugh when he saw these, but kept it to himself. The pictures would be that of a mountain surrounded by clouds, or a stone bridge over some sort of water where the reflection of the bridge was in it, or whatever. And under these pictures would be some saying to help improve ones self-worth or self-esteem such as, One Long Journey Begins with One Small Step, or Tomarrow Is Just another Today. Mixed in with these were a couple of those weird, obscure Monet paintings. Adam seemed to understand less of these paintings as he did the motivational pictures they were mixed in with. The wall on the left had two good sized windows which were side-by-side. This provided a very good view of the camp. The two corners, which neighbored the window, had an artificial potted plants standing; the same plants you would find in the clearance aisle of some low end department store. The desk that that highly esteemed director stood behind was a plain, basic metal one with a wooden top. Some of the counselors joked that it was a Salvation Army discount desk, but under the circumstances, Adam ignored them. To him, a desk was a desk no matter what it looked like. Mounted on the wall behind the desk were two college degrees. One was an associates from a community college near Syracuse in liberal arts; while the other was a bachelors from some S.U.N.Y. college he hadnt heard of in business management. Under these was some bullshit certificate of appreciation the camp gave him the previous fall. Adam smiled to himself when he saw his. His reaction drew a look from Dresden, who soon followed his gaze to the diplomas and certificate behind him.

When Dresden looked back, he had an arrogant, pompous smile. He was obviously happy that his acknowledgements had been recognized, thought what was going through his mind, unbeknownst to him, wasnt the same thing going through his visitors mind. He soon put down these papers and offered Adam a chair, one that was placed in from of his desk, to sit in. Adam accepted the chair and sat. He sat in silence while his eyes, and thought, fell upon the man in front of him. He smiled with what his gaze and mind told him. Dresden, himself, sat down in a chair behind his desk after Adam was seated. As he sat, he shuffled through his papers. He looked briefly up at Adam, and when he saw him looking at him, Dresden lowered his gaze back onto his papers with a small smile. This brief look and smile, in Adams mind, was Dresdens way of seeing if he was watching him and the smile he had was him subconsciously gloating over the attention he was receiving, though, to Adam, it was undeserved. As Adams eyes continued to glance over the director, he noticed that Dresdens eyes had fallen onto him. They ended up looking at each other for a moment or two longer before either of them spoke. Dresden smiled. So, how are you doing today, Adam? Im doing well. How are you? Im also well. Thank-you. There was another silence between them, awkward at first, as they looked at each other. So, Adam, do you have any idea as to why I asked to see you? No, I dont. Really? Really really. Adam pursed his lips slightly from irritation when he was asked again, but he let it pass. Im surprised that, by your obvious intelligence, you wouldnt have at least one idea as to why youre here, Killensworth stated in a mocked shock as he spread his arms. Sorry to disappoint, replied the counselor. His eyes narrowed slightly while thinking where this was going. No, no. On the contrary, its alright. I actually take it as a compliment. Dresden seemed full of himself when he said this. You do? Adam asked with his own shocked reply, but one that was actually sincere. Dresden nodded to indicate that he was indeed complimented by the counselors ignorance. Why are you complimented?

Because I assumed I wasnt all that difficult to read, he answered. You see, in order to be a good leader, you need to be a good poker player, or, at the very least, understand what it takes to be a good poker player. Do you understand? Not at all, Adam earnestly answered. Dresden smiled arrogantly when he heard this. You see, in order to be a good poker player, you need to have a good poker face, a face that is unreadable to the other players, he explained. Now, in management, in order to be an effective leader, you cant let your employees, the people under you, know what youre thinking or feeling at any one time. Adam was somewhat confused when he heard that. I guess that would make you a good leader since I dont have any idea why Im here, right? Dresden smiled arrogantly while nodding slightly and opening his hands. Well, that is one reason why, yes And if I knew why I was here, what would that have proved? Obviously, that would have proved Im not as good of a leader as I previously thought. Im glad I could help. Was that why I was asked to come here? To be asked whether or not I knew why you called for me? That was part of the reason, Dresden told him. There is another reason for the visit. Ok. What is it? Im curious of these stories you like to tell, the director admitted. Alright, what about them? Im told youre quite the storyteller. I wouldnt say that, admitted Adam. Im not sure if Im actually a good storyteller at all, but I do enjoy telling stories. Dresden folded his hands while leaning forward on his desk. As he looked at Adam, he asked, Are there any in particular you like to tell? Not really; usually just those that come to mind. Dresden continued looking at Adam while leaning in towards him. Which ones have you enjoyed telling lately? Just some old myths and legends of the area, the counselor answered. Adam looked at Dresden in the eye for a few seconds before asking, No offense, but whats this about? My stories cant be the reason youve brought me here.

What would you say that they are? I would have to ask why? Adam responded. Are my stories bothering people? Have I insulted anyone here? To be honest, yes and no. Dresden leaned back in his chair while putting his folded hands in his lap. He soon looked down to his desk before stretching out his arms and sighing. He appeared to be thinking about how to word something while trying to put it in as tactful way as possible. In all honestly, theres really one story and one person. Ok, Adam said while he himself leaned in towards his boss, expecting the answer. When it didnt come, he asked, Which story and what person? Tell me about this rain monster story Ive heard you tell. Dresden gave Adam a look that could have cut butter like a hot knife. Adam froze slightly when hearing this. Though he knew talking about what has happened at the camp, as well as the town, over the last eighty years wasnt prohibited, he knew that people looked upon it as some sort of taboo. He wasnt sure what exactly to say, so he decided to play it safe. If youve heard me tell this rain monster story of mine, is it really necessary for me to repeat it? You already know it. Dresden looked at him coldly. Please, let me rephrase. He cleared his throat. I, myself, have not had the privilege of hearing your rain monster story first hand, but Ive heard through the grapevine that you enjoy telling a certain story that deals with a rain monster at the camp. Care to enlighten me about it? Its just that, Dresden. Its just a story, Adam finally answered. Is there any more to it than that? Adam shrugged. Not that Im aware of. The campers seem to enjoy it and, in fact, theyre the ones who are pushing me to tell it. They really seem interested in this story of mine. Does this story of yours have any correlation to the events that have surrounded the town and camp over the last sixty years or so? Yes, it does. And what have you told them? Dresden pushed. Adam looked at him. I told them what I knew, which was not much. And I made up a lot as I went to fill in the blanks. The director, again, leaned forward on his desk to look at this guest. Have you told them anything else concerning this matter?

Well, they wanted to know the reasoning behind it. I told them a few local Native American myths and legends that were similar in nature to this story, Adam told him. I did that to explain how or why this rain monster might have come about. No offense Dresden, but whats this really about and who did I insult? To answer your questions, I want you to stop telling these rain monster stories of yours, Dresden told him bluntly. And it was me who was insulted by them. You? Adam blinked a couple of times from confusion when he heard that. Why the hell are they bothering you? Because its my family youre talking about, thats why! Dresden, at this point, was red faced from anger. Knowing him, he was not only angry for explaining himself to someone he felt he didnt have to, which was most people, but also for the fact that Adam was ignorant on this matter. Adam, truthfully, didnt know what Dresden was talking about. With all due respect, but these stories dont deal with your family. When Killensworth heard this, his internal body temperature rose ten degrees. He found it extremely difficult not to show any signs of this, but he felt he did a superb job at keeping his poker face on during this ordeal. However, what he didnt realize was that his body tensed up, his face stiffened, his knuckles whitened, and a vein would be seen pulsating in both his neck and right temple. During this time, his face reddened a deeper red. Unfortunately, I would have to disagree, he finally said. Even though he was visibly calmer, the redness of his face and the veins in his neck and temple were still visible. Ok was all Adam was able to say. He still was not sure what was going on. Would you mind if I asked why? Dresdens froze slightly when he was asked this. He was wondering if Adam was being serious or now as he looked at him. He continued looking at the visitor in front of him before asking, Are you being serious? You dont know what Im talking about? Yes, Im being serious, answered Adam. And no, I dont know what youre talking about. Dresden just looked at him in amazement while blinking his confusion. When the realization came to him that Adam, in fact, was telling the truth, he was shocked that someone like him wouldnt know of his familys history. Dresden didnt know or couldnt comprehend why he felt Adam should know this, but this revelation was shocking nonetheless. Wow, this puts a new spin on things, he finally said while rubbing his face and neck. I thought you knew and were doing this to piss me off. Well, I dont know and obviously I did, commented Adam. Would you mind telling me what I did wrong or may I leave now?

What Im about to tell you is very personal to me. In fact, very few people know about this outside of my family, he started. As he spoke, Dresdens voice got softer and his face got paler. So, what I am about to tell you, I need you to give me your word that youll keep this between us and not tell anyone. Do you understand? Yeah, sure, I understand. Adam nodded. But will what you have to tell me explain why Im here and why youre upset with me? Yes, yes it will. Dresden was quite momentarily while looking at Adam. It took him awhile before he spoke again. The stillness was almost deafening. Are you aware that Paul Dresden is my great-grandfather? Adam, upon hearing this unexpected new, was beside himself. He had never heard anything that associated the Dresden sitting before him with the Dresden who died eighty years ago. Are you serious or are you joking around with me? Dresden looked upon him without any expression. I am very serious. But you two dont even have the same name. Dresden let out a shallow sigh when he heard this. You can be extremely dense sometimes, he told Adam coldly. Paul Dresden was my maternal great-grandfather. That is, he was my greatgrandfather on my mothers side. I was named after his family. It finally dawned on Adam the meaning of what he just heard. Oh, so your first name was his last? Youre really a quick study, arent you? Dresden asked without emotion. I never was aware of this. Im sorry, apologized Adam. Also, according to these stories you like to tell, every twenty years after this death, a storm comes through town; one which causes a lot of damage, Dresden said with a nod from Adam. And, during these storms, as youre aware, a relative of my great-grandfather died in the process. Ive heard stories of this, but I never thought they were real, Adam informed him. I always thought they were similar to the Adam and Eve stories. You know, Adam and Eves relatives were punished because they ate from the Tree of Knowledge? Dresden nodded blankly. So, I thought these were just stories, a way to emphasize that sometimes you can be punished well after you are dead. Well, they arent stories, replied Killensworth. The first storm that we got sixty years ago took one of his sons, my great-uncle. The nest took his other son, who was my grandfather. Twenty years ago took my grandfathers son, my uncle. Upon saying that, Dresden went silent. He pursed his lips and looked down at his hands. He stretched them out and flexed them while doing so before finally stopping to put them back on his desk.

He continued looking at them before turning his head to look out the windows. He let out a long, drawn out sigh, but other than that, he remained silent. So, Adam, as you can see from what Ive told you, the silent director finally said before turning to look at his visitor. This is a delicate matter which were talking about. You can also see the importance of keeping this matter between us and retiring your rain monster stories to some deep, dark crevice of your mind where they belong. These stories of yours have never happened. Do you understand? No offense, but no, I dont understand, Adam answered. I can sort of see why youd be upset or why you wouldnt want me to tell them, but to stop telling them like theyd never happened, I feel is a little extreme. Do you really? Yes, I do. I see, Dresden said coolly with a hard look before leaning back in his chair to continue staring at him. It would appear that you and I have a problem here. With all due respect, I dont see a problem, countered Adam. Well, I do. And as a result, Im telling you I dont want you to tell any more of these monster stories, Dresden stated firmly in a tone and manner that ended the conversation. I would appreciate it if you do what I ask. I dont mind you telling stories, please, by all means, continue telling them, but, I really dont want this rain monster of yours, or anything related to it, brought up again. Because of your family? Adam eyed him coolly when he asked this. For the most part, yes, confirmed Dresden, but also because what this camp, and the town, has been through. People are still going to talk about it whether or not I do, Adam explained. My stories arent going to make whatever happened here happen again. In retrospect, it might help people get over their fears of what happened, by talking about it. Besides, if it does happen again, Im not saying it will, mind you, but if it does, it wont be because of my stories. Because of this, I still dont see why I cant tell them. Because Im telling you not to, Dresden told him bluntly. If you do get the urge to tell them again, I should warn you that you should look for another job. Am I understood? Adam just looked back to his boss before responding. Sure, fine. Anything you want. Was there anything else you wanted to see me about? No, I think that should be about it, answered Dresden with a fake smile. May I leave now?

If youd like, replied the director while going back to his paperwork. As Adam got up to leave, he added, I would also appreciate it if you didnt tell anyone about this little conversation of ours, ok? I see you like your privacy, Adam said sarcastically. I do indeed. I will see what I can do to accommodate you on this matter. I would greatly appreciate that. As Adam walked the remaining fee to the door, he looked over his shoulder and said, Im sure you would. You know Dresden, he said while stopping inches from the door. The director looked up when he heard his name. There are three kinds of people in the world, those that can count and those that cant. Whats that suppose to mean? demanded Dresden. Nothing, came the reply as Adam opened the door and started to walk out it. It doesnt mean a thing. Ill see you later. Oh, Adam, one more thing. Yes, he said while stopping just outside. Will you tell that girlfriend of yours that she needs to follow camp policy and have her shirt tucked in? Dresdens tone was indicated it was more of a demand rather than a request. I thought the policy was that the counselors shirt needed to be tucked in when the counselor was on-duty? Adam asked while exchanging a look with his boss. When realizing Dresden wasnt humored, he added, Ill get right on telling her that for you. He closed the door behind him before a response could be given.

Chapter 5 Everyone left the warmth of the lodge to make their way to the cafeteria when the dinner bell rang. What was served to their appetites that night was called pot roast, but was in fact really cardboard with hot sauce. Adam was amazed at what hed eat when he was hungry. Michael commented at one point during the meal that, My parents are paying a lot of money for me to be here, and is this really the best the camp can give us to eat? When given the option, but Adam nonetheless, of eating what he had or not eating until breakfast, Michael soon quieted himself and ate his food without comment. After their bellies were full and the tables had been cleared, they left the cafeteria and returned to the confines of the lodge. The fire within had died somewhat, but with a little help, it flamed up like it had been previously. Adam, Timmy called while sprawling out on one of the lodges sofas. Tell us more of what you were telling us on top of the hill today. Well, whatcha wanna to hear? he replied. Anything you havent told us before. Adam shrugged while sitting on the ledge of the fireplace. After he was set, he thought long and hard of not only what he had previously told them, but of something new that had not been told. As he sat there formulating a possible story, a voice was heard that drew his attention. Wait, the voice stated. When Adam raised his gaze, his eyes fell upon Wendy, the red-headed ranch girl who was staring back at him. What was that? What are you guys talking about? she asked. What hill? Davey, at this point, looked at her and said, Today, Adam took us to an actual burial ground. There, for a moment, seemed to be a murmur of awe and wonder as it went through the lodge at what Davey said spread. Cool an unnamed boy in back yelled. A real burial ground? Alleged burial ground, corrected Michael. There seemed to be some let down and a couple of boos when he said that. Yes, thank-you Michael, Adam said. He looked at his camper under his brow as a smile rose on his lips before turning to look at the masses before him. Most of the eyes before him were looking at him as their owners waited for the story. My group and I went on a little hike today.

Little hike? scoffed Timmy. You call that little? A wave of laughter was heard with this. You almost killed us with that little hike of yours. It was a little hike to me, joked Adam with a smile. But, youd better no exaggerate. People may not believe you. Besides, it wasnt that bad. Yeah, it wasnt bad for you, injected Davey. You just said it wasnt little to you. Maybe thats because the two of you arent in any kind of shape, questioned Michael. You two cant walk twenty feet without huffing and puffing. Well, I saw you huffing and puffing quite a bit when we got to that clearing, Davey told him. And dont tell me you werent; I saw you. Timmy gave out a laugh when he heard this, as well as a few other campers. He was happy that Michael got called on this, though he seemed to ignore the statement thrown his way by Davey. Wendy cleared her throat. So, anyway, where did you guys go today? During our hike, I took them to a spot on top of Bear Mountain, Adam said as he pointed in the general direction. Supposedly, this spot used to be an old Seneca Indian burial ground. After he told the group this, he then went into detail of what had happened that day from the tree identification to the stories he shared in the clearing. The people who were hearing his stories he was retelling for the first time enjoyed them, and the ones who were hearing them for the second time were equally fascinated. After he was done, the occupants of the lodge eagerly awaited to hear more. So, you all want to hear more stories? Most of them did, though the few who were indifferent would listen to what was being told. Surprisingly, Adam was amazed at how many wanted to hear more. Well, Im not sure if I know any more, he joked. I think Im all storied out. But there must be something you forgot, Davey mentioned in a nearly begging manner. Anything? Well, lets see. Adam thought to himself as got up and walked around. He soon returned to where he was and stoked the fire. As he did so, the ambers became alive with the addition of oxygen as it exploded into a fiery orange. Its ashes floated up towards and out the chimney. Has anyone heard the one dealing with the braves curse of Keuka Lake? he finally asked when a story came to mind. Luckily for him, only a couple seemed to think they had. Well, lets see how this goes again. Adam rubbed his forehead while thinking of a story he last told long ago. He sat back down and soon started the story. From my understanding, this old Indian legend tells of the occasional stormy weather that would hit the usually calm and pleasant Keuka Lake. Anyway, many years ago during the moon of the strawberry harvest, a young Seneca brave was

canoeing across the lake with his wife and daughter when a thunderstorm appeared suddenly. The canoe capsized, and since it was dark and the storm was bad, the brave was not able to save his family before they drowned. Within moments of their death, the storm passed as quickly as it had begun and the lake became as calm and quiet as it was minutes earlier. The now empty canoe drifted towards him on what waved there were. At this point, the brave, who was devastated from losing his family, shook his fists in anger at the lake. He swore and cursed at it as best he could. He accused the lake for being a snake and for taking his family. He cursed it for being greedy, for not only were his people giving the good Spirit of the lake the gift of strawberries, which then were the first fruit of the earth, but the lake wanted more. This was why the lake took the braves wife and daughter, because the lake was far too greedy for what the brave thought it should be. The brave went on to curse that the lake will be unable to eat any helpless people who happened to drown in its water. He made the lake ever hungry from that point on. Also, the brave went on to have anyone who happened to drown in the lakes water from that point on that their bodies would float to the surface. The winds would blow the recently deceased to shore. He, again, cursed the lake with angry fists that it will always be hungry when the fifth moon shines in the sky and strawberries are ripe in the dark woods. And, since then, it is said that when summer storms cause a rare tragedy on Keuka Lake that the bodies have always drifted to the shore because of the braves curse, or so says the legend. When Adam finished the story, he sat there in silence while looking at the campers. Is this what caused the rain monster? one of Susans girls asked, This curse that the brave put on the lake? Adam silently looked at her. Im sorry? This rain monster, the one you told us about, was it caused by this curse that the brave put on the lake? the same girl elaborated. Upon hearing this, Adam smiled. He smiled because his imagination was starting to run wild and he wasnt sure what to say. He, rather than placating to it, he simply shrugged. Who knows? But, I would have to say no, however. Why do you say that? someone else asked. Because the story of the rain monster started sixty years ago and the story I just told you happened many years before that, explained Adam. So? Why should that matter? the first girl inquired. The rain monster could just be the lake trying to eat people.

Perhaps, but maybe this rain monster of ours might be a result of what happened to Agayenthah. What happened to him was the same thing that happened to Paul Dresden, Adam told her. However, since all these are stories, it could also be from this braves curse. Maybe both. It could also be from something altogether different. From his seat, Michael grunted to himself, rolled his eyes, and turned a page in his magazine he was reading. Something wrong, Mikey? Judy asked sarcastically. Not quite able to read the big words in your magazine? From what little Adam knew of Judy, she seemed to be a free spirit in the making. She seemed bent on doing things her way or what she felt was right. For the record, my name is Michael, he corrected arrogantly. Besides, I highly doubt youd understand. Youre right, she agreed. I dont think Id understand what its like not being able to read. Judy smiled when she said that as Michael looked at her from around his magazine. Unlike you, I can actually read. Im proud of you, Michael retorted while going on to the next article. Youre smarter than I would have thought, that is, if you can really read as you say you can. Youre such a boy! she declared while putting a little. Michael looked at her. To let you know, I was irritated not by what you feel is my lack of reading ability, but at how stupid all of you are in this room. What do you mean by that? Judy snapped at him. I meant just that. Are you all really this stupid? he repeated. Do you really believe these stories of his? Michael asked while acknowledging Adam. You cant possibly believe that theres really some rain monster that comes here the first week of August every twenty years. If you do, youre really more stupid and pathetic then I thought. But, like Ive mentioned before, Michael, Adam said calmly, these are stories that Ive been telling you guys. None of them have been proven, and under the circumstances, they will be hard pressed to actually be proven. After he finished saying that, lightning flashed outside as thunder soon roared. The window panes vibrated as the lodge shook slightly. A somewhat eerie silence fell over the group as a number of the campers eyes the window to see if they could view any potential hazards that may lie beyond. Seeing this, Adam smiled while looking towards a nearby window from the corner of his eye. He noticed a few droplets of water on them as rain started sprinkling on them. The sky was darker; a combination of night falling and from the storm clouds that lingered darkening.

Oh, he muttered when a thought came to mine. Have I told you the Legend of the River at all? This story, which he was about to tell, always amused him. His eyes narrowed while thinking of the stories symbolism and how one might take its ending. His mind began to drift as he started the story. This is a story of Tonadahwa. Hopefully, after I tell it, the storm will have past, or not even have come. Anyway, Tonadahwa was a beautiful Seneca maiden and was out canoeing on the eve of her wedding. On this one particular afternoon, she was many miles from her village when she thought she heard her intended husband call to her, he told them. He had once risked his life to save her from danger sometime previously, and since then, she only had eyes from him. When she heard him call her, she paddled her canoe to the bank when another brave, one from her village who had desperately wanted to wed her, jumped into her canoe. Apparently, he had intended on kidnapping her and forcing her to marry him instead, and since they were far from the village, he had a look of triumph on his face once he was in the canoe. He proceeded to grab her paddle and tried to take control of the canoe when he was suddenly struck in the chest by an arrow. After he was hit by the arrow, he jumped out of the canoe, her paddle still in his hand, and pushed the canoe, with the maiden still in it, towards some nearby rapids. After the canoe went through the rapids, it was going so fast that Tonadahwa wasnt sure how she would make it out alive. This was when she noticed a waterfall down river from her. Upon seeing this, she started chanting her own death song as she waved goodbye to her lover, the one who had shot the arrow, on a nearby shore. Her husband-to-be, Adam continued, raced along the bank to the waterfall and when he could no longer see his fianc, jumped over the waterfall with grief. Consequently, it is said that the Spirit of the River caught the young brave, saving him from certain death, and placed him safely at the bottom of the falls. The groom-to-be, when he opened his eyes, found that Tonadahwa was also saved the same spirit and was lying unconscious next to him. When she woke up, she and he thanked the spirit for saving them. From that day on, the Senecas claim that if you walk by the waterfall you could hear within the sound of the water the cry of the brave as he jumped over and into the waterfall. And that, my good people, is the Legend of the River. When he finished the story, the pre-teen campers ahead of him and the handful of counselors stared at him with unreadable expressions. So, dude, one of the boys said, I have a problem with that. Adam smiled. Really? What would your problem be? Did that Tonydogna lady and her mad die or not? Im sure they did die at one point, he answered. I meant did they die at the end of the story or not? Didnt you hear the mans story, Joey? chastised Wendy. They were saved by that spirit.

Yeah, but this spirit hes talking about saved them at the end, Joey said in his defense. I mean, they could have died when they went over the waterfall, and this water spirit could be what they see after they died, like an angel or something. What do you mean they saw it after they were dead? asked Judy. How can they see anything if theyre dead? This spirit could have been an angel, God, or something along those lines, Joey repeated. What the hell are you talkin bout, you putz? Judy demanded. What are you on? Hey, hey, Susan chastised. No swearing, ok Judy? Sorry Susan, she quickly apologized before turning back to Joey. So, are you going to answer my question or not? First off, Jude, unlike you and others like you, I am not on anything, retorted Joey. Then it must have been something you smoked, she suggested. And, like you, I am too young to smoke. But that doesnt mean you cant pay someone to get some smokes for you, explained Judy. If I had what you have to pay with, Im sure I could get anything I wanted, Joey told her with a misgievious smile. What is that suppose to mean?! she asked while giving him a glare. Im sure youre smart enough to figure that out for yourself. Joey laughed wildly at her. She got up and started walking over to him with a raised fist. Are you saying Im a whore? Adam, at this point, quickly got up and ahead of her while stopping her from whatever she had in mind. Come on, he told her. Hes not worth it. Settle yourself down, ok? Judy looked at him with a flushed and angered face before turning back to sit in her seat. What I was getting at was for you to open your mind, Joey said to her. You know that thing between your ears? You should do that rather than opening up something else thats in between something else on your body. He laughed hysterically, as well as quite a few others, when he stated that. Judys eyes, upon hearing that, flashed with rage as her face reddened. She was feeling a combination of both anger and humiliation. Ok you little bastard, she stated hotly while standing up again to run over to him. Her fists clenched as they came out in front of her. That does it, you piece of crap.

As Judy began to pummel Joey into submission, Adam and Susan raced over to try and pull them apart. The crowd, meanwhile, had gathered around, cheering at what they saw. Someone in front was taking bets on who would win, but Adam was able to wasnt able to figure out who this bet maker was. Cmon, knock it off you two, Susan told them as she pushed Judy back before pointing a stern finger at her. Adam, meanwhile, turned and looked at Joey through angry eyes. And what the hell do you think youre doing by saying such crap like that to her, huh? I was only joking, he replied while putting a hand up to his bloody nose. When he pulled it away, he frowned when he saw the blood on it. Geez, someone really needs to take a time-out or something. Maybe you can explain it to the director or to your parents about this, Adam told him. Perhaps you could persuade them that this was all a big misunderstanding, that she just possibly misinterpreted that joke of yours. I dont think I will. And why is that? Because my parents sent me here for the week so they could have a week alone without me at home, Joey explained. And Im fairly sure that the camps director has more important things to worry about then a joke gone wrong. Upon being told this, all Adam could do was stand there and look at the young camper. He was trying to shame Joey into feeling guilty by insulting Judy, but was surprised at how this technique of his had back fired. He continued to stare hard at Joey, who just stared back without expression. Maybe Susan and I could go get the director right now to find out, Adam told him. Meanwhile, while were gone, youll be here, alone, with Miss Judy. Judy, upon hearing this, smiled while looking at Joey in the eye. Adam then rubbed his face as in thought. Hey, Susan, how long do you think itll take us to get Dresden and bring him here? Ten minutes? At least, she replied with a straight face. Maybe longer depending on what mood hes in. Adam looked at Joey, then Judy, and then to a few others before going back to Joey. And, while were gone, perhaps the guy taking the bets on who would win the fight between you two would be able to find that out before we got back. To solidify what he had told him, Adam commented, My moneys on Judy. He then took his wallet from his back pants pocket, opened it up, and removed a $20 bill from it. He hesitated for a moment for Joey to see it, while the young campers eyes widened.

There was a slight murmur around while the boy who was previously taking bets jumped right in where he left off minutes before. He got most of the campers in the lodge to place bets of one sort or another, and as far as anyone could tell, the poll was pretty much even. Adam smiled. Now, Joey, as you can hear, its undecided who would win the fight between you and her. Care to press your luck and find out? I dont hit girls, Joey retorted. By his expression and tone, he seemed surprised at the proposal he was given. Well, that wont exactly work in your favor once we leave, now will it? Adam turned to the bet maker and handed him his money. Heres twenty dollars. Put it on Judy, He then looked at Judy. How much time do you think youll need? All she did was smile. Five minutes tops, she told him quickly. Well be back in ten minutes or so with the director so you can explain to him this so-called misinterpretation of your humor. Maybe then well find out whether or not he really does have more important things to worry about. This time, however, hell have to worry about why the girl you insulted beat the crap out of you. Still feel lucky? All Joey could do was look at him through a shocked expression on his fac. You wouldnt! My dad would kill me if I was in another fight, especially with a girl. Well, well be back soon, Adam repeated. Cmon Sue, lets go get him. Think hell still be in his office? Thats hard to say. Susan smiled. Saying its after dinner, his office might be closed. He could be in his cabin. Lets go find out either way, shall we? With that, they turned and started walking towards the door. Susan wished Joey good-luck in the process. On cue, Judy started walking towards Joey as the crowd started cheering. Ok, ok, Joey called out as Adam and Susan were about to walk out the door. Ok what? questioned Adam while turning to face the nervous camper. He did not close the door. Theres no need to do this, declared Joey as he raised his hands to defend himself. Judy was practically on top of him and was about to deliver a punch. No need to do what? Adam asked.

Youve made your point, Adam, Joey pleaded before getting punched again squarely in the face. Ouch! You dont want us to get the director? No, I dont! Joey finally confessed. Ill make a deal with you, ok? Sure. Anything. Ouch, that hurt, he yelped again after getting hit a couple more times. Alright, Judy, would back off for a moment, please? Adam asked while he closed the door. Do I have to? she obviously did not want to stop hitting the one who had insulted her. Her feeling seemed to have been shared by the others as they also voiced their disapproval. At least for the time being, ok? Adam said. She obliged by taking three steps back. Adam then walked over to Joey and looked at him. The campers face was beginning to show signs of bruising and reddening. I wont get him and this so-called fight wont happen if you simply apologize. Deal? Anything you want, he complied but didnt say anything else. While waiting for the agreed apologize, one which didnt seem on coming, Adam leaned forward and said, Well? Were waiting. Ok, Im sorry. Sorry for what? For joking around with her, Joey said while continuing to look at Adam. Youre going to have to do better than that, Joey, voiced Adam with disapproval which was followed by a tsk tsk. You should address her rather than me, and no offense; you should do it in such a way where it sounds like you really are sorry. If your apology is a good one, and if she accepts it, then, and only then, will Susan and I not get the director. Adam looked at Joey, and the young man seemed to nod in understanding. Were waiting. At this point, all of Joeys energy seemed to leave him as he resigned to the fact that hell honestly have to go through this so he wouldnt get into trouble. He looked at Judy full in the face and could see that her eyes still had some anger in them. He could tell she wanted to continue her beating on him. Im sorry Judy, I honestly was not trying to be mean or upset you. I was just trying to say something funny, he confessed. As he did so, his eyes filled with tears as some made their way down his cheeks. I was just trying to make people laugh. Im sorry. Please stop hitting me, ok? After saying this, he looked up at Adam. There, are you happy? If Judys happy with it, then so am I, he answered. Judy, what do you say?

As the attention turned to Judy, she thought for a moment before saying, Yeah, Im fine. Everythings cool. She nodded before walking over to the newly belittled Joey. But if you ever insult me like that again, nothing you say will help you. She waved a fist when she said that to reinforce she meant what she said. Ok, thats it, announced Adam. Now, lets break this up. Theres nothing to see here. You mean there wont be a fight or nothing here? the bet taking boy asked. No, not today, Adam told him. Perhaps some other time. Do you want your money back? What type of question is that? Adam laughed as he made his way over and held out his hand. Of course I do. Ah, man, the boy complained while giving the money back to the counselor. Adam thanked him before looking out a nearby window. He soon sighed as he realized the potential the in-coming storm might have. Adam, Susan said when the crowd around them dispersed and went back to normal. May I talk to you for a moment? As he turned to her, he realized that the question he was asked was a rhetorical one and wasnt intended on him answering. She was going to talk to him regardless of what he said. And from the expression on her face, he knew that the next few minutes werent going to be enjoyable to him much. He sighed. Alright. Lets go outside. Id rather not have the kids over hear us. Do you really thing by us being outside will prevent these kids from hearing me? she asked. Besides, Id rather not take the chance on getting wet. At least go in the corner or something. Before she could reply, he turned his back on her and walked to a back, dark corner of the lodge which was currently unoccupied. I know what his is about, he said to her when she approached. What the hell were you trying to pull just then, huh? she demanded. Quietly, please, he said as a few of the campers looked at him before smiling. I will speak as I choose and I dont need you trying to hush me! Im not trying to get you to change the way you speak, nor am I trying to hush you, Adam tried to explain calmly. I just dont want it to seem like were arguing in front of the campers, thats all.

So you dont want them to know that were a couple? she demanded. Is that it? No, of course not, he assured her. Then what? Why are you telling me to be quiet? Since you and I are both counselors here, I dont want them to see us arguing. But we are arguing. Yes, Im aware of that, but But what? she interrupted. You want to go through life and not have an argument? Well, that would be a nice, he admitted. But you wont be able to go through without a few arguments, Adam. Im beginning to see that as we speak. He laughed. Whats that suppose to mean? And besides, do you think this is funny? I assure you this is anything but. He sighed before continuing. First off, I would never tell you to be quiet or to hush up, unless I felt it was important at the time. And as for me telling you to keep it down, I was trying to say lets not let the campers hear us. I dont mind if we argue just so long as we do it in private; hence the reason for us to take it outside. Secondly, I didnt want the campers to hear us because, since we are both counselors here, I feel we should at least try to act the part. Is that what you call it, acting the part? she questioned sternly. Was that what it was called when you were trying to get Judy to beat the crap out of Joey? As I was trying to say, he inserted while looking back at her, was that maybe we should be on the same page and be in agreement with each other if were in front of them. Id rather not be seen arguing with another counselor if it can be helped. That is why I was trying to have you not talk as loud; so the campers wouldnt think that were in disagreement about something. But we are disagreeing about something, replied Susan. You know that and I know that, but they dont, he said while pointing to the campers; which some of them were watching them. Well, I guess they know now. I was just hoping wed all be on the same page when we spoke with them. Its just easier to get them to do what we ask if were in agreement, thats all. Now that they now we arent agreeing on something, they now can choose what to do. If they know we arent behind the same story, they always have that other choice. However, if we are both in agreement in front of them, then we eliminate any other choices before they arise. That still doesnt tell me what the hell you were trying to pull back there, Susan told him. Her voice was as stern as her eyes were. Were you really trying to get a fight to break out?

If I was, I wouldnt have tried breaking it up the first time, retorted Adam with a tome almost as stern as his female counterpart. I was just trying to establish the fact that the way he spoke to her wouldnt be tolerated. Then you should have gotten Dresden to deal with it. He rolled his eyes at that. He has more important things to deal with then worry about two campers fighting. Besides, I dont really like him. The less I deal with him the better. When he said that, he looked at her for a moment in wonder. If youre upset with how I was handling it that way, why didnt you say something to me back then, when it was actually happening? Im not sure, Susan confessed. Also, now that I think about it, you seemed to have been going along with me. Why? She shrugged. I wanted to see how things would turn out. You wanted to see how things would turn out? he repeated. Yeah, basically. Then why are you getting on my case about this then? Because I didnt really think much about it until it was over, she told him. And once I did begin thinking about it, it pissed me off. It pissed me off knowing that you would have let a fight happen and not do anything about it. Like I said before, if I wanted a fight to happen, I wouldnt have break it up in the first place. He shrugged. I didnt really think it would get that far. Susan just looked at him for a moment or two before laughing. Were you ever intending on going for Dresden? No, he answered with a smile. What would you have done if I hadnt? Im not sure, she told him while biting a finger nail. He smiled before grabbing her by the hips and pulled her close. He kissed her forehead when he had a chance to. You should take it easy. I wouldnt want you having a heart attack on me. No heart attack here. She smiled at him. My heart is healthy as a horse. At that moment, there was a laughter that spread throughout the lodge. When Adam and Susan noticed the campers watching them, they smiled and blushed slightly. Ok, ok, Adam chastised with a laugh of his own. Nothing to see here. Go on back to what you guys were doing.

But we were all watching you two, Timmy told him. Let me rephrase, Adam said. Why dont you go back to something else besides watching us? But we like watching you two, Wendy said. Whys that? She smiled. We want to see what you two will do next. Adam blushed when he heard this, as did Susan. Before anyone could say anything else, a bolt of lightning flashed. It light up the whole outside for a moment. If anyone happed to look outside at this moment, they would have said that is was lit up in an eerie dullness that couldnt be explained. But no one did look out at that instance. A loud crack of thunder called out heavily soon. The lodge trembled and creaked in response. The windows shook and the fire in the pit wavered. Then, without warning, the rains came. The rains had been lightly touching down up until then, but the lightning and thunder was the signal it desired to unleash itself. There was music on the lodges tin roof then with the onslaught the rains possessed. It was like having multiple songs playing all at once, each one fighting to be heard above the rest. As if not trying to be out done, the lights flickered and wavered in a vain attempt to keep the rhythm. This lasted only a few seconds before they went out. Cool! one of the campers yelled out. Silence fell over the lodges occupants as a few bolts of lightning fought for dominance over the sky above. Thunder followed again with another lodge shaking crack. Ill be right back, Adam told Susan. Where are you going? To get some candles and flashlights. We have a generator. Just wait for that. But the generator is mainly for the cafeteria, to keep the food from going bad, Adam told her. As he broke his hold on her, he walked to the door and exited the lodge. He ventured out into the wilds and soon disappeared after a few feet into the rain and the darkness. He could not even be seen when the lightning flashed. It was almost as if he had been swallowed up by something larger than he.

Chapter 6 Adam returned twenty minutes later. When he entered, we wore a poncho and boots that he wasnt wearing when he left earlier. What kept you? Susan asked when he closed the door. He didnt answer. Instead, he went to a nearby table. His arms came out from beneath the poncho and with them, two sealed plastic bags which he put on the table. One bag contained five flashlights with extra batteries; the other was filled with candles of various sizes and colors. Adam then proceeded to take off his dripping poncho and hung it by the fire. The shirt he was wearing was different, as well was his pants. I wanted to change my clothes before I came back, he finally answered. Are those our candles? Susan asked. He nodded. Yes. Did you have any problems while you were gone? she asked. He grunted. No, other than the weather. Is it really bad outside? All he could do was look at her. He wasnt able to answer at first. He thought the answer should have been obvious, but obviously it wasnt. Its horrible out there, Adam finally told her. The rain is coming down like cats and dogs. Its so damn dark out there that I couldnt see more than a few feet in front of me. What about the lights? she asked. He looked at her, not completing understanding the question. You mean the flashlights? No, the lights that are on the outside, Susan responded. The ones that each building have. Oh, those, Adam said absently. They helped, but they were all pretty much hazy. They were good to act as a point of reference, but not much else. It looked like there may be a little flooding up by the cabins. He used his thumb to point in the direction he meant. Susan walked over to a window and peered out. Think itll be over soon? I dont know. Its going to rain pretty good for a couple of hours at least. After that, it might drizzle. But for the most part, itll probably rain until morning. Hopefully itll be over by then Adam sighed while looking at the campers. But, regardless of the rain, you should have heard the wind out there. We could hear it in here. Susan responded. It was going real good.

Adam confirmed, I know, but it sounds different out there. The tone in his voice made Susan turn and look at him. Her eyes studied him while looking for something she didnt see. She couldnt put her finger on it, but something in his voice told her there was something else behind its meaning. What about it? How did it sound? He looked at her before responding. Youll probably think Im making it up, but it sounded weird. He rubbed his face with a semi-dry hand. I was wondering because you were outside in it, she told him. Im sure it would have sounded weird with all the rain mixed in with it. No, it wasnt that, it wasoh, I dont know. He went quiet to think of a better way to word it. It seemed to have a sound about it I cant really explain, almost like a howl or something. It sort of creped me out. She smiled when she heard that. Something actually creped you out? Susan turned to look back out the window into the darkness. I know. Adam laughed. Sort of hard to believe, isnt it? What about the rain monster? Davey eagerly asked. What about it? Is he here yet? Adam ran a hand through his wet hair while looking down at a puddle of water he was standing in. Dont know. I didnt check to see if he was here yet. Sorry. Adam, Timmy said. Will you tell us again of the rain monster? His thoughts quickly flashed back to earlier in the evening to the meeting he had with Dresden. Well, theres nothing much else to tell. So? Timmy quickly asked. Just tell us the story again. There were a number of other campers who seemed to want to hear the story again as well. Adam thought about it before thinking To hell with it. He shrugged and said, Sure, if you want. He pulled a vacant chair that was near him closer to the fire before sitting down. As an afterthought, he got back up and opened the bag of candles. He dispersed them throughout the lodge before lighting them. He also took the flashlights and extra batteries out of their bag and left them on the table they were on. After this, he sat back down in his chair. What do you want to know? Susan looked at him from her spot in silence. Adam caught the look of almost disapproval she sent him before smiling and shrugging that off as well.

Anything you want to tell us, Timmy told him. Well, lets see, Adam replied while rubbing his face again; this time, though, he used both hands to do so. As he thought about what to tell them, he honestly wasnt sure what to say without repeating himself. But, he decided, in order to give them hat theyre asking for, he may have to repeat some things and thats what he decided to do. Ive explained the unexplainable phenomena of whats happened here at the camp every twenty years for the past sixty years. Just like now is twenty years after the last one, Timmy politely said. Correct, confirmed Adam. And it came during the first week of August all the last times. Davey injected, Just like this is the first week of August. This is also correct. Adam smiled. Well, as many of you know, a tremendous thunder storm came during those first weeks of August every twenty years. Were these storms like the one were having now? Joey asked. The cuts on his face had stopped bleeding, but he still had marks. His right eye was a little puffy; his left cheek had a bruise; and one of his lips was cracked. Id imagine so, Id imagine so, replied Adam with a smile. But the storms they had then were brutal. They knocked out the power, the phones, and there was a lot of flooding. This ultimately led to things happening that never should have happened here, or anywhere else for that matter. Just like how theyre going to happen here before the storm ends, Wendy said in a very matter-of-fact tone. There arose a series of murmurs throughout the lodge when she said that. Some of those murmurs were of neutrality, while others voiced some excitement. Others, still, had a worried tone about them. Dont worry, Adam calmly said to them, nothing like that will happen here tonight; or this week for that matter. How can you say that and know it for sure? questioned Wendy. Adam smiled while trying to look as positive as positive. Because, like Ive told you in the past, these things Ive told you are just stories. But, youve just said, Christie started saying, that before the power and phones went out. You also said there was flooding, right? Thats true, I did say that, Adam reluctantly confirmed. And, as you can see the power is out, Christie continued. And when you came back with the flashlights and candles, you said there was flooding by the cabins. Are these stories as well?

Adam didnt answer. He didnt know what to say at that moment that would be of any good. The murmurs that was heard moments before was heard again; this time, a few more of it was of a worried tone. So, what really happened after there was flooding, and the power and phones went out? Timmy quickly asked, quite excitedly for that matter, totally oblivious of the voices around him. I bet there was lots of blood, right? I bet there was! All that blood is probably what caused the flooding. I bet it wasnt even the rain. A number of the female campers let out sounds of disgust as he ginned openly ear to ear. Yeah, he continued, I bet you could hardly drive around here, too. From all the flooding you mean? Adam asked. No! Timmy grinned. From all the bodies lying around. Can you guess what type of damage that would cause the cars? A lot of broken axils I bet. Dude, you are seriously messed up, someone told him. Word that, another agreed. Tim, you are totally gross, chastised Wendy. You act like such a boy! Alright, alright; thats enough, announced Susan. Enough of this. There was a silence amongst the lodges occupants when she said that. The silence only lasted for but a few seconds when Doug broke it with a question, So, Adam, are you saying you dont know any more to the story? Adam thought while scratching a cheek. Well, there is something I just remembered. What is it? It may be nothing, Adam admitted, however, there is another story that Ive heard, one that supposedly is true. And some of these other stories of your may not be true? Susan asked with a hint of sarcasm that was easily detected. Adam just looked at her without bothering to answer. His scowl was his only reply before he looked back to Doug. Anyway, this story deals with someone Ive talked about before. Do all of you remember the stories Ive told concerning Paul Dresden? Didnt he die like one of those guys in one of your stories? Timmy asked. He did indeed, the storyteller confirmed. He died much the same way, and quite possibly in the same spot, as Agayenthah, the so-called Wandering Chief. But, according to a number of my stories, it is thought that this rain monster legend thats been circulating around quite possibly may have started with Dresden eighty years ago.

How could it have started with him? an unnamed girl asked. I dont know, Adam replied earnestly. Im just relaying on what Ive heard. Michael scoffed from his seat against the wall. Ridiculous! Adam smiled before laughing slightly at this. Whats ridiculous now? I still cant believe you guys believe all this. Michael told him. Dont you know that all of these stories are just that, stories? He looked at Adam, who was smiling at him, briefly before going back to his magazine. He tilted it closer to a nearby candle for better lighting before releasing an Mmph. Ok Mr. Smarty Pants, if these are just stories, Wendy spoke up in an almost open defiance, what do you think have been causing the problems that the camps been having during these storms Adam has told us about? Yeah Michael, Christie injected. Answer that if you can! To answer your question, its quite simple, Michael complied calmly while looking at his two female counterparts equally before going back with what he was trying to read. Dark energy. Wendy laughed. Dark what? What the hell you talkin about dark energy? mocked Christie. Theres no such thing. You two really need to get out more, retorted Michael from behind his magazine. We get out enough, thank-you very much, Wendy told him with an air of self importance. Michael looked at her from around his magazine with raised eyebrows. And neither of you are pregnant yet? This comment caused an increasing ripple of laughter through the people. Wendys and Christies faces reddened in proportion to the volume and duration of the laughter. Cmon Mike, be nice, Susan told him. Adam cleared his throat in an attempt to stop whatever fight that might erupt. You were saying something about dark energy? Dark energy is a form of energy that is throughout space, Michael told them with a hint of arrogance. It is also thought to be the reason why the universe is expanding. And how would this dark energy cause whats been going on here occasionally? inquired Adam. According to what Ive read, continued Michael, every so often the Earth is hit with an increased amount of dark energy. As far as you knew, what typically happens when we are hit with this extra amount?

It affects the weather; tornadoes, hurricanes, storms, things like that, Michael answered before smiling shortly thereafter. But, there have been reports of unexplained things as well. Such as? Adam questioned while raising his own eyebrows and leaning forward in his chair. Oh, people seeing and hearing things, animals acting weird and unexplained deaths are the most common. Silence filtered throughout the lodge at this announcement. Michael and Adam looked at each other as a smile appeared on their faces. And, according to these reports, how often does the Earth get hit with this increased amount of dark energy? asked Adam. Michael held both his gaze on the counselor as well as his smile. Roughly every twenty years or so. Adam returned the gaze and smile. Thats interesting. It is. And whats more interesting, Michael added, is that this month is twenty years since the last time it happened. Yes, that is even more interesting, conferred the counselor. But, has any of this been proven? When asked that, a look of confusion arose on the extremely smart camper. How could they know about it if it hasnt been proven? It could be hypothetical, suggested Adam with a shrug. And according to these reports of yours, is there any reason why were bombarded with this dark energy? Beats me. Michael did his own version of a shrug. I dont think they know either. Apparently, it just happens. Any guesses on how long its been happening or how many more times we can expect this? I dont know, he replied honestly. I doubt they know either. This dark energy, dark matter subject is still something new to them. Them who? asked Wendy. Well, duh, he mocked. The people who do the reports; the scientists and astronomers. You dont have to be meant about it, Mikey. Wendy sneered when she told him that. He shot her a glare before responding. Its Michael. How many times do I have to tell you that? Michael, Susan said, theyre only trying to get you going by calling you that.

I know they are, but it doesnt make it any less annoying. Thats not my name! He looked at Susan when he said that before glancing back to Wendy, who still seemed to have the sneer on her face. He grunted once more before going back to his magazine article. So, Adam, Christie called out, do you have any more stories to tell us? Adam thought while rubbing his chin. Well, lets see. Before he could respond further, a couple bolts of lightning flashed outside. A number of campers jumped slightly as the inside of the lodge lit up in an eerie glow. There were a few oohs and aahs when that happened. Thunder soon shook the lodge with a vocal boom. A few said cool or awesome when the windows vibrated. Adam jumped. Oh, shite. What does that mean? asked Judy. Oh, its, um, an Irish word mean bummer, Adam fumbled with his words. The wind picked up quite a bit over the next few minutes until it was howling up its own storm. The rain seemed to come down harder with the addition of the wind, and it gave the impression that it would be quite some time before it would subside any time soon. At a certain point, Timmy and Doug went to the front windows to look out. The storm seemed to transfix them as Doug said, Cool! His counterpart laughed at the show they were seeing outside. Dude, this is the best storm ever, Timmy commented to no one in particular. A number of other campers, meanwhile, had scurried to the windows to investigate at this. All who looked out the windows were mesmerized. The wind continued to howl, shaking the lodge and trees alike. Everyone was awe struck by the periodic lightning show. Some would jump at the occasional thunder claps. A number of times, Adam thought a few of the windows would burst from the force they would rattle, but none did. It sounds almost as if the wind is saying something, Dorothy, one of the other female campers, stated. Whats it saying? another camper laughed. I dont know, she replied, but its almost like its calling for someone. Oh, get off of it, Dorothy. Doug rolled his eyes. That might work in a crappie horror movie, but here in real life, youve gotta do better than that. Yeah, you tell her Doug, Timmy told him. Im being serious, guys, she voiced with assertion. Her eyes narrowed to slits as she glared at them. The wind did sound like it was calling someone just now.

A number of campers continued looking at her with a look as if they wanted to ask Whats wrong with you? The rest, however, held mixed reactions. Some were of neutrality and indifference; while others had that of mock intrigue and humor. Hey, does anyone want to hear a story? Adam asked. He scanned the lodge while looking at the people around him. Most seemed like they did; while some didnt care. As his eyes fell on Dorothy, she gave him a look of mixed emotions before turning her back on him. She went back to look out the window and into the black, rain filled night beyond it. Whats your story about? someone asked. Adam didnt completely hear the question, but when he turned the voice, he saw a number of faces staring at him with the anticipation of something. Um, sorry? The story, the same boy Adam didnt know replied. Whats it about? Aw, yes. My story. Thank-you. Adam smiled as his thoughts quickly came back to him as he began the story. Does anyone here know anything about the Wendigo? he asked with raised eyebrows. Has anyone heard of this? No one knew, nor had they heard, about the Wendigo. This pleased Adam. He smiled again, softly this time. Good, thats good to know. He relaxed in his seat while stretching out. Now, Im going to have to ask all of you to keep an open mind when I tell you this. This in an old Indian tale thats been circulating here in the northeast for quite a few years now. No one really knows the origin of it, but form my sources, that shouldnt diminish the seriousness, or the truthfulness, behind it. Cmon Adam, Timmy interrupted. We dont care about the history lesson. Just tell the damn story, will ya? Tim! Watch your language, Susan chastised. Sorry Susan, Tim quickly apologized before turning back to Adam. Well? You gonna tell us the story or are we gonna die of old age from waiting? Alright, alright, hold your horses. Adam stretched again before setting comfortably in his chair. The story of the Wendigo takes place many years ago in the Adirondack Mountains. It starts with a wealthy man from New York City who wanted to go hunting up there in the early 20s. He traveled there one winter to a particular spot, a spot he had heard that very few people had reported going to. In his opinion, fewer people who hunted there meant more game to hunt. Upon arriving there, he traveled to a nearby trading post in hopes of finding a guide to guide him, but they all said no. They all claimed that it was too dangerous and for him to go back home. Finally, after several days of trying, he found an Indian by the name of DeFago. Apparently, DeFago was having money problems and agreed to take him if the price was right. They set out early the next morning and traveled most of the day before

finally setting up camp near a large frozen lake. They stayed there and hunted, but after three days they didnt have anything to show for it. Anyway, that third night a terrible windstorm came up, continued Adam. They laid in their tent and listened to the wind howling and the trees whipping back and forth. To see the storm better, the hunter opened the tents door, and what he saw when he looked out startled him. From what Ive been told, there wasnt a breath of air moving and the trees were standing perfectly still. Yet, he and the Indian guide could hear the wind howling. And to further their amazement, the more they listened, the harder they strained their ears to hear, the more it sounded as if the wind was calling DeFagos name. Da-faaay-go! it seemed to call. Da-faaay-go! The more he heard this, the more the wealthy hunter thought he was losing his mind. But, while he was thinking hes going crazy, he noticed that DeFago got out of his sleeping bag and sat huddling in the corner with his head buried in his arms. The hunter asked him what was wrong, but DeFago said that it was nothing, Adam continued on with the story. But, to their dismay, the wind continued to call him. And the more it called, the more tense and restless DeFago became. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, DeFago jumped to his feet and tried to run from the tent. But the hunter grabbed him and wrestled him to the ground before he could escape. You cant leave me here! the hunter shouted at him. What are you doing? he demanded. But, unfortunately, the hunter didnt get any answer. And the more the wind called, the harder DeFago fought to break free. He soon did and left the tent before running off into the darkness. As the hunter watched him run away, the hunter could hear him screaming as he went. Over and over the hunter could hear DeFago cry, Oh, my feet, my feet! Their burning so much and their so hot! My feet are on fire Then, the guides voice faded away. The wind soon died down as DeFagos voice did, and stopped all together when his voice was no longer heard. The next morning, Adam continued while looking around, when the guide hadnt returned, the hunter followed DeFagos tracks in the snow. He followed them through the woods, down towards the lake, and out onto the ice. At this point, the hunter observed something strange. You mean something stranger then the non-existent wind? questioned Wendy. Or the way that it affected the guide? No, not stranger, but along the same lines of strangeness, answered the storytelling counselor. What was strange were that the tracks of DeFago. They were getting longer and longer with every step that he took. They got to be so long at one point where no human could have made them. It was almost as if someone, or something, had helped him along; a someone or something that left no tracks of its own in the snow. The hunter followed the tracks out further onto the lake before they disappeared altogether.

What do you mean they disappeared? asked Timmy. Adam shrugged. I mean just that; they disappeared. They just dont disappear, Timmy commented. Something must have happened. Youre right, agreed Adam. Something must have happened. Not satisfied with the answer, Timmy pressed on. So, what happened? Did he fall through the ice? If you let him finish, maybe youll find out what happened, Christie told him sharply. Well, Adam went on, at first the hunter thought DeFago may have fallen through the ice and into the water, but there was no hole. The lake was just as solid as it was the night before. He raised his hand when he noticed Timmy getting ready to protest. The camper bit his tongue and sat there in silence as he waited to hear more. The hunter then thought that something had pulled his guide off the lake and into the sky, but that didnt make any sense to him. As he stood there wondering what happened to his guide, the wind picked up again, Adam told them. Within moments, it was howling like it had been the night before. That was when the hunter heard DeFagos voice in the wind. It was repeating what he had said the previous night. My burning feet! My feet are on fire! But, to his dismay, the hunter would not, or could not, find his guide anywhere. Now, the hunter was scared and wanted to leave as soon as he could. He went back to his camp and packed it all up. A half hour later he was set to leave, but not before leaving food for DeFago. Weeks later he reached civilization. That following fall, he went back there to hunt that same area, and went to that same trading post looking for a guide. While there, he told the story of him and DeFago the previous winter, and no one could explain what had happened. However, no one had seen the Indian guide after that trip. Maybe it was the Wendigo, one of them said with a laugh. Its said to come on the wind. It Picks someone at random and drags them at great speed until their feet are burned away. And some are unfortunate enough to have more than that burned off. Its just some crazy old story, the stranger said, but thats what some of the local Indians say, Adam told them. Now, as the stranger was telling the hunter this story, an Indian came in and sat by the fire. He had a blanket around him and wore his hat in a way where you couldnt see his face. The hunter saw something familiar about him before walking over to him. Excuse me, but are you DeFago? the hunter asked. To his dismay, the Indian remained silent. Do you know anything about him? he pressed, again without an answer. This was when the hunter began to wonder if something was wrong with the strange, silent India. Are you alright? the hunter asked. Again, there was no reply. At this point, the hunter lifted the Indians hat to get a better look at him. With what he saw brought a scream to his mouth, Adam told his audience before going silent. A soft smile came to his lips.

Why did he scream? Timmy asked. Davey then inquired, Was it DeFago? Adam smiled again. He screamed not because it was DeFago. Oh, it wasnt him then. It very well may have been. You dont know? Davey asked. Either it was him or it wasnt. To be honest, I dont know, the counselor told them. Maybe no one knows. Then why did he scream? He screamed, like I said, not because whether or not it was DeFago, Adam repeated. He screamed because after he removed the old mans hat, there was nothing there but a pile of ashes. There was a momentary silence as Adam smiled again. Some of the campers werent sure what to make of the story, while others made a look of confusion. Is that it? Doug complained while waiting to see if there was more to be told. Are you surprised that thats it? Michael asked. He looked at Doug from over his glasses before going back to his article. Lightning cracked and thunder rolled as the lodge shook. A few of the female campers jumped and screamed from fright before laughing like a bunch of children from embarrassment. Michael scoffed while shaking his head before lifting his magazine up higher to block whatever view he might have had over it. Just then, a scream was heard from somewhere inside the lodge. As Adam looked around to find the sourced of the scream, he saw a frightened Dorothy by the window. Her face was while, her eyes large, and her jaw was shaking Her arms were up in a defensive position as she continued staring out the window in front of her before letting out another head shattering scream at the top of her lungs.

Chapter 7 Dorothy, whats wrong? Susan asked as she made her way over to the frightened camper. I-I-I saw s-s-something outside, she stuttered while looking at her. Her eyes started filling up with tears. Susan quickly went to the window and looked out. Adam soon followed suit. After not seeing anything, he opened the door and stepped out to have a better view. Susan, meanwhile, turned back to Dorothy and asked, What did you see? I-I-I dont know, she replied while trying hard to keep her composure. Maybe it was the rain you say, Davey joked. Susan threw him a glare which quickly silenced him. Adam reentered the lodge and closed the door. He and Susan exchanged looks before he shook his head. She nodded in understanding. Now, Dorothy sweetie, she said softly while putting a kind hand on the campers shoulder. Where was this thing that you saw? Would you tell us where it was? It was out there, she responded while pointing towards the window. Out in the quad. Upon hearing this, Adam walked to the fireplace as Susan looked out the window. As she looked back inside, she noticed Adam walking back towards them while pulling on his poncho. Where are you going? Outside, he told her when his head popped out. He opened the door and a gust of wind blew in. It knocked Adam back a step or two before he pulled up his hook and proceeded to walk outside. He closed the door behind him. Once outside, he found the wind to be brutal. It knocked him around as the rain pelted him from all angles. Both the wind and rain were blinding, each in their own right. As he was being hit by the wind, he found it near impossible to breath. He had to put a hand in front of his face just to feel like he wouldnt suffocate. The rain, which was equally blinding, but in a different sense. It stung like hail as it hit him. With his free hand, he wiped the water from his face. After wiping his face, his hand went inside his poncho and withdrew a flashlight that he had stuffed inside one of his pockets. He turned it on and continued trudging towards the quad, his steps made a squishing noise with each passing step. His shoes soon became soaked as the water permeated from the ground underneath. He entered the central square before scanning to see what he could see. It was difficult for him to see anything, but it would have been impossible under the current situation without the aid of the emergency lights on the outside of a couple of buildings.

Across the quad directly in front of him was the main building. In this were Dresdens office, the makeshift nurses station, storage room, and the library; the library, in fact, was only a couple of bookshelves filled with various books. To the buildings left was the cafeteria. Both of these had their emergency lights on, which showed down to their doors and adjacent steps. To the right of the main building was the path which led down to the dock. There was a pole halfway down with another emergency light its apex, which was also lit. Adam peered down this path to the stairs that were outlined. These stairs led down to the dock and lake below. There was a hint of mist or fog in the glow of the light as it made its way up the stairs. As he scanned the quad, he searched from building to building. The building in the back right corner, the one surrounded by white- and scotch- pines was Dresdens cabin. This also had an emergency light lit on its porch. Adam could make out the path to the left of Dresdens temporary home which led to other cabins which housed the employees. Still, he saw nothing. Adam turned to look into the nights blackness that surrounded him. The wind picked up again and blinded him momentarily. Though he had heard the wind since leaving the comforts of the lodge, it seemed like it was howling more and louder now once he was outside. As the air whipped around him, he found himself unable to hear anything else but the howl of the wind. He was uncertain if he could even hear his own thoughts. He also doubted hed be able to hear someone talk to him if they were standing right next to him. As he continued turning, he saw the outline of another cabin within the tree line, the first of three classroom buildings. Next to that was a second, and adjacent to that was the lodge. He made out a number of faces peering out from its windows, but none of them had the expression like they saw him. In between these two was a little path that led not only to the community bathroom, but to the campers cabins as well. Finally, next to the lodge, was the last classroom building. He continued scanning past this. He looked towards the trail past this last building, a trail which led down to the boat launch. There, nestled in amongst the trees, was the maintenance garage, a few gas pumps, canoe holders, and boat launch. The only thing he was able to see was the outlines of one of the buildings roofs; an emergency light atop the maintenance garage helped him with this. However, he wasnt sure which building he saw. Once he reached the middle of the quad, he heard something behind him. Adam quickly spun around, and found himself once again staring into the blackness that surrounded him. He found himself staring back to the lodge, but the only thing he saw was the glow from inside from the candles he had lit. The combination of trees, wind, rain, and the night provided the perfect camouflage for everything else. The more he strained in the direction of the trail in between the second classroom building and the lodge, the trail which was now invisible to him, the less he saw. He continued scanning where he thought he heard the noise, which, when he pictured it again in his mind, it came again. It was an eerie scream which came to him in on the wind. And it was deafnifying. Adam had to cover his ears the best he could so he wouldnt go mad from its screech. The scream was extremely high pitched and wasnt like anything he had ever heard before. As he waited for

it to subside, he was reminded of those old Godzilla movies that he watched when he was a kid. The scream he was hearing now reminded him a lot like the scream Godzilla made. As the scream subsided, Adam swore that the winds scream became something. It seemed like the wind was calling for something, calling for someone. As he pulled his hands away from his ears, his gaze quickly went to the path that led to the dock and lake. He noticed that the fog had pretty much engulfed the stairs, and their railing, as it made its way further up the path to the quad. The emergency light behind it was barely a glow within it now. The fog spread out at the top of the stairs as it followed the tree line to the right towards Dresdens cabin, as well as to the left towards the main building. Adam intently looked at this spot where the stairs and the fog met; the wind calling something the whole time. He looked around to determine where it was coming from before finally going back to the fog. It soon became clear to him that whatever was calling in the wind, or what the wind was calling to, actually seemed to be coming from the fog itself. He found himself walking towards it while pointing his flashlight ahead of him. His eyes scanned the fog, his flashlight helping a little, but nothing out of the ordinary was seen. The wind died down some, which helped him a little for him to see and hear. The rain, however, kept up, which stung his face whenever possible. Ad he tried to listen for the wind to speak again, he thought he saw movement in the fog before him. He tried to convince himself he was seeing things, or that if was an optical illusion brought on by the fog. However, he found himself in a trance like state, being almost hypnotized to look deeper into the misty fog. He soon couldnt discern one thing from the next. In the end, this paid off for he saw the movement again. It was coming from the stairs. Whatever it was, it was ascending the stairs to the landing at the top of them. As Adam walked close to get a better look at this movement, the shape stopped for an instant at the stairs apex. In that instance, that shape looked around and took in the sights. Whatever was making this shape, Adam wondered if its eyesight was affected by the current situation much the same as his was. As Adam continued staring at the unknown visitor, it appeared to inhale deeply. The fog circulated slightly and seemed to be drawn into it slightly as it did so. After what appeared to be an exhale, the fog was released in a mist-like fashion. The shape raised what appeared to be its head up and breathed in the fog again. It continued to do this a few more times, and each time, its overall shape seemed to be getting more and more defined. After five or six deep breathes, it abruptly stopped and looked in the general direction of the observing counselor. As it stood still for what seemed like eternity, it continued to watch. It soon started moving o the forefront of the fog, and, the closer it got, the more of an outline appeared. It soon stopped where the fog met the night and continued staring in Adams direction. Upon seeing this, Adam quickly turned off his light and crouched. From what light that was given off by the office buildings emergency light, which was to his left, the shapes right, as well as the light from behind the unknown guest, the shape was hominid in appearance, yet not human.

Even though at the distance they were from each other, it was hard for Adam to actually make the shape out. It wasnt just because of the light, but of something else he couldnt put his finger on. Even thought they were about fifty feet apart, and the wind and the rain affected his vision, he still felt that the two lights on near the shape should have at least allowed him to see a basic over outline of the visitor in front of him. However, something was making him uneasy. It seemed to be that the shape almost moved with the rain, almost within the rain. He knew that was crazy, but the overall shape of the creature before him didnt appear solid. But, given the existing predicaments, he assumed it was just an optical illusion the combined forces of everything working together. They continued to stare at each other before the creature leaned forward in Adams direction. It soon stopped before opening what appeared to be a mouth and let out the Godzilla-like scream. Up until this point, Adams heart was slightly racing and his adrenaline somewhat pumping, but they didnt compare to how they raced or pumped upon hearing his bone-chilling screech. Before he knew it, Adam found himself running as fast as he could in the darkness behind him as he searched for the lodge. As he ran, he thought he heard running from behind him, but he didnt turn to find out. Before too long, he saw the glow coming from the lodges windows. As he approached, he saw a few of the campers staring out. A few of them noticed him draw near, but appeared not to recognize him. A couple of the girls screamed while moving deeper inside. When Adam passed the trees to reach the door, he heard the people inside. The tone of their voices was a combination of anxiety and dread. When he tried to open the door, he found it was locked. A number of the lodges inhabitants let out a fearful cry before Susan was heard trying to calm them. Let me in! Adam demanded as he banged on the door. In between knocks, he was able to hear the running noise behind him as he had moments earlier. He turned to see the source of this noise, but he could only see the darkness of the night all around him. As he strained to see, a faint outline of a shape was coming towards him. Cmon guys, let my ass in! He repeated while going back to banging on the door. He heart was racing, almost jumping up into his throat, while he tried the knob again only to find that it was still locked. While going back to banging on the door, the sound of running was still behind him. While he was yelling for someone to let him in, the door opened abruptly. Susan was there in the doorway wide-eyed staring back at him before looking into the night behind him. When she heard the same running noise Adam had, as well as a glimpse of a shape, she grabbed Adam by his poncho and pulled him inside. The door was slammed shut and locked soon after he crossed the threshold. Oh my God! She exclaimed while hugging him tight. Are you alright? Adam felt slightly suffocated from the grip she had on him. Yes, yes, Im fine, he replied while returning her hug. He looked around the lodge while he did so. The looks of the occupants resembled what the voices told him earlier; they were nervous and scared. Neither of these was good to have, especially after what he thought he saw and heard outside.

Whats going on out there? Dorothy asked. Her voice quivered and her jaw shook when in the process. Oh, nothing, Adam lied. Everythings just fine. As Susan looked up to him, she could see the worry on his face. What was that noise we heard outside? inquired Wendy, who appeared equally scared as Dorothy. We heard what seemed to be a scream or something. Twice, Davie confirmed. That was just the wind, Adam told them as calmly as possible. He then unhooked himself from Susan and turned his back to the group as he walked to the fireplace. He removed his poncho before hanging it to dry. He could feel her eyes upon him and was afraid to look at Susan. He was afraid to look at the other people in fear that they would see the dread on his face and become more worried than they already were. What was out there? Susan asked as she approached. What did you see? What makes you think I saw anything he asked without looking at her. Adam, please, look at me, she requested softly. You were banging on that door as if your life depended on it. I saw the horror on your face when I dragged you in. So, please, dont lie to me. What did you see? He slowly complied as he turned to look at her. He wasnt sure what to say for he himself didnt know what he saw. I-I-I dont know, he stuttered. So you did see something? He simply nodded. Please, what was it? I dont know what I saw, Adam repeated. It was coming up the stairs from the dock, through the fog. At the distance I was at and the poor visibility, Im not sure what exactly it was. What were those screams we heard? Susan asked softly. Did they come from what you saw? The second one did, he confirmed. I dont know about the first one, but it sounded the same. Then, before either of them could add anything else, a banging was heard from the door as its doorknob moved. Obviously, someone, or something, wanted to get in. Everyone jumped and screamed when this happened.

As they watched the door, there was a cry from outside. Please let me in! the voice yelled as the banging continued. The voice was female and it was scared. Help me, please! Someone, anyone, open the damn door! My God! Susan exclaimed while moving quickly towards the door. Thats Sandy! After the door was unlocked and opened, a woman in her early twenties quickly entered. Her auburn hair was wet and tangled, her clothes were virtually in shreds, and what was left of them was blood soaked. Susan quickly closed and locked the door before going to the fear stricken new comer. Judys face held an expression of wide-eyed terror. Her mouth was drawn back in an almost permanent snarl, which revealed practically each of her teeth while she gasped for breath. Hes dead! I cant believe it, Sandy exclaimed franticly. She was so besides herself, she seemed unaware not only of the horde of campers that surrounded her, but also of the impression she was giving off. Upon hearing this, the campers cried out in fear while huddling closer to each other. Wendy and Dorothy practically clung together as tears streamed down their cheeks. Timmy and Davey, though not as emotional as the girls, stood by each other with a mournful, distraught look on their young faces. From what Adam could tell, the campers in the lodge at that moment, for the most part, expressed one of two reactions; and unfortunately for him, his insides felt the same as what these young adults visually expressed. Whoa, whoa, whoa, take it easy, Susan told the scared, bloodied Sandy while laying a hand on her shoulder. Sandy almost jumped in fear on contact. What happened? Hes dead, she repeated. I saw it. I saw it happen. Whos dead? Pete. Petes dead. Pete the counselor? Yeah, Pete, Sandy confirmed. Her eyes were still filled with horror. Hes dead. Where? Down by the lake, the dock. When? Just now; a few minutes ago, the terrified, pale counselor answered.

As Adam went to his semi-dry poncho, he heard Susan ask Where are you going? while he was in the process of putting it on. Im going to get help, he answered while picking up a flashlight. As he proceeded to walk towards the door, Sandy quickly blocked his path. No, you cant go out there, she said quickly while putting her hands on his chest. Itll get you if you do. What will get me? Adam questioned softly. When he asked that, their eyes met. While they remained locked, Adam sensed something more behind Sandys terrified eyes then pure terror. Yes, she was horrified, frantic, and scared shitless, but she had seen something. Something real enough to cause this reaction. She looked like a cornered animal with nowhere to run while expecting the worse. Y-y-you know what it is, she stuttered. Her eyes didnt waver from his. You saw it out there, didnt you? Adam continued staring at her unable to speak, silent. He kept thinking to himself Is she for real? Did she also see whatever I saw out there in the rain? Did she see that shape? Saw what? he finally asked her slowly. The shape, the shape in the rain, she responded hastily. You saw it, didnt you? Tell me you saw it. Im not sure what I saw, he told her honestly. It came out of the fog; it seemed to be part of the rain. While saying this, Sandy appeared to be a bit more hectic and crazy while moving closer to Adam. Yet, her eyes never left his. Obviously she saw something, Adam thought. Maybe even the same thing I did. Is this some sort of joke? the person said with contempt before Adam could inquire. Are you guys working together to scare us? Maybe even try to get us to believe in those stupid stories Adam tells us about this rain monster of his? They turned to find Michael looking at them. He appeared to be the only one not bothered or influenced by the current situation. It was undeniable he thought this was some sort of joke. As Adam gazed at the skeptical youth, hed found himself cringing at the idea or proving this to him. Sandy, meanwhile, gasped for breath when she heard this before breaking down and started crying heaving right where she stood. Susan, on the other hand, looked at the young camper and said, Hey, Michael? Do us a favor and go sit in the corner.

But, I Sit your ass in the goddamn corner, now! She told him firmly with eyes glaring. If you suggest a thing like that again until we get to the bottom of this, Ill throw you out there myself to see if whatever Sandy and Adam saw is still out there. Do you understand?! Michael mumbled some sort of protest before doing what he was told. He grumbled all the way to his former seat while picking up a magazine in the process. Sandy, Adam said softly while turning back to her. What happened out there? It-it-it was horrible! she answered, again with an over-laden sense of terror. It came out of the fog, and and, and She wasnt able to answer completely before burying her face in her hands and started sobbing again. Easy, easy. Its ok, Susan assured her. No, its not ok! Sandy said hotly while using her hands to indicate the blood-stained rags that duplicated as her clothes. Cant you see? Its not ok! Sandy, please, try and calm down a little, Adam injected. Why dont you come over here by the fire and sit down? She obliged by doing what was asked of her. Now, take a few deep breathes and try to tell us, to the best of your ability, what happened. What did you see? Adam softly asked. After a minute or so, Sandy started. Pete and I were down by the lake, on the dock. We were down there, you know, having fun, when it started raining. We having so much fun that we didnt care if we got wet or not. Werent you worried about the lightning? inquired Susan. You didnt worry about getting hit or anything? Like I said, we were having so much fun together, she answered while sniffing and wiper her nose. Here, use this, Susan told her while passing her a tissue. Thank-you. The shaken counselor accepted the tissue and blew and wiped her nose. Adam thought that the sound she made while doing this sounded like those handheld devices an auto mechanic would use to remove lug nuts to change a cars tire. Shortly after it started raining, the fog started rising off the lake and drifted towards us, Sandy soon continued. As it was beginning to surround the dock, Pete said he saw something in the fog. At

first I thought he was joking, but he insisted that he did see something moving. I was about to laugh it off and ignore it when there was a loud splash in the water a little ways from us. I looked into the fog to see what made it. I couldnt, but I heard something where the splash was and it was coming towards us. At first, I still thought it was Pete playing a joke on me, Sandy went on, but it wasnt until I sawsomething. What did you see? asked Adam just above a whisper. He found himself kneeling on one knee in front of her as he strained one ear to listen. I dont know what it was. Please, try to remember, pleaded Susan. What was it? I dont know, I tell you, Sandy wailed. I just dont know. Ok, thats ok, Adam assured her while glancing to his Asian girlfriend. What happened then? Like I said, there was something in the water and it was coming towards us, she repeated. Though the fog was pretty thick, we were able to see this thing, whatever it was, when it was within view. It just seemed to come out of the water and land on the end of the dock. It did it so easily, like it was lifted out rather than pulling itself out or jumping. What did it look like? someone asked. It was almost surreal, you know? Sandy stated while looking at the people around her. The thing, I noticed, didnt look like it had any defined shape. I know that sounds crazy, but it was as it if was part of the fog or the rain. You know how if a person doesnt have cable TV, but they switch to one of the major channels to watch something? Its all snowy like, but you can see something through all that static and stuff. Theres something there moving around, but it seems like its actually part of everything. Does that make sense? Thats like what this thing was to the fog and rain. As it came towards us, it became more defined. It looked like a person, walked like one, but it wasnt. It was something else. What? What was it like? Adam pressed. When Sandys eyes met his, they knew what the other was thinking. It was like an invisible shape that could only be seen as the rain and fog outlined it, she finally answered. It was there, but it wasnt. We could see it splashing through the water as it made its way towards us. We could feel the dock shift and creak under its weight when it moved. It was transparent but it moved. It wasnt until after Pete and I got up did we find out whether or not we were seeing things. She lost whatever control she had after that as she sobbed unrestrained again. Susan did her best to console her. Were you seeing things? she inquired while Adam helped to calm her. I wish I was, she cried.

Take your time, its alright, Adam told her patiently. Sandy breathed deeply before continuing on with her story. When it was about ten feet or so from us, he moved really fast the remaining distance, and since I was closest, he came at me first. He moved so damn fast, so very fast, that I could barely see it as it moved. Before I knew it, I was flying through the air and fell in the lake. As I came up for air, it was in the water next to me. It was slashing and tearing at me with what I thought were claws. Thats how I got all cut up and my clothes like this, she said while indicating her torn bloody clothes and cuts on her body. It was as fierce as the rain was coming down. I would have thought it was the rain if I didnt know better. Before I knew it, Pete was in the water next to me, trying to help me. That was when that thing went after him. It hit Pete in the chest with what appeared to be its arm, continued Sandy as she tried to keep from crying any more than she was. He flew about a few feet away before splashing back into the water. I just floated there the best I could to pretend like I was dead. When it thought I was, it jumped out of the water towards Pete before let out this hideous screech-like scream. When I looked, Pete was doing his best to get to shore. He looked back when he heard the thing scream, and that was when it came down on him and used its claws, or whatever they were, and ran them through this face. The tips seemed to come out the back of his head. It impaled Pete through the head with its claws? Adam asked in shock. There was a wave of terror that spread through the lodge when that was asked. Quite a few started crying; while others started calling for help in one fashion or another. Is there anything else you can tell us? Susan asked her terrified colleague. Anything you can remember? I remember the water was red from blood. There was so much blood, Sandy recalled as she wiped her eyes and blew her nose. Susan leaned forward, put a hand on her shoulder, and softly asked, Are they still down by the water? Pete is. She nodded with a sniff before looking at Adam. That thing went up the stairs and disappeared. You saw it, didnt you? Adam just looked at her, reluctantly however, and wasnt sure exactly how to answer that. Saw what? The thing coming up out of the fog at the top of the stairs, Sandy told him. You saw it, didnt you? Her tear filled eyes stared back into his, almost challenging him to say something different. All he could do was look back into her eyes; thinking. Even though he did see what Sandy was talking about, he was hesitant in admitting it in fear it would make matters worse within the lodge

before deciding to play it safe. I did see something out there like you said, but I cant tell you what exactly it was I saw. I dont even know what I saw myself. What did you see then, Adam? Susan pressed him. As he looked to his girlfriend, he knew it was too late. Now that he said that he had seen something, he couldnt take it back; and he knew there was no point trying. It was like a shape at first, he finally admitted. There was this shape coming out of the fog at the top of the stairs. Was it the same thing Sandy saw? Adam shook his head while rubbing his eyes. Maybe. I dont know. I was about halfway across the quad whenthere was this scream around me. I had to cover my ears because it was so loud. This was when the fog from the lake came over the stairs before spreading out along the trees there. The fog moved further in towards the main office building, and when I looked, there was this shape, or whatever it was, emerging from the fog as it came up the stairs. Mmph. That cant be it, commented Sandy. That cant be all you saw. Please, tell us what else you saw. What makes you think I saw any more than that? he inquired. Because I followed that bastard from the lake up the stairs, Sandy told him. I stayed in the trees for cover so it wouldnt see me, but I did follow it. As it got to the top of the stairs, I noticed it was breathing in the fog. How it was doing it, or why, I dont know. Thats when I saw a light coming from the quad; it was pointed right at us. The thing didnt see it, not at first anyway. Once it did, it let out another scream as the light turned off. Whoever was in the quad with the light had to have seen that thing. I heard them high-tail it out of there right for the lodge. I wanted to follow, but didnt dare risking exposing myself, she continued. It already thought I was dead. I didnt really want it to come back and finish me off, so I waited. As the thing started to walk out of the fog towards where the light was, it began picking up speed before disappearing into the rain. That was when I broke cover and started chasing whoever it was that was in the quad. As I followed them here, I saw Susan pull you inside. Once I saw that, I knew you were the one in the quad with the light. So, if you really didnt see anything more than a shape in the fog, what made you turn off your light, and better yet, what made you run as fast as you could back here? All Adam could do was look at her in silence. He knew he had been seen. As a result, he couldnt deny it. Yeah, that was me, he finally admitted. So you saw this thing that shes talking about? Susan asked. Yeah, I saw it, he told her. I saw pretty much what she just said once the shape came over the stairs, everything except her in the trees or this thing disappearing in the rain. When I was running back

here, I heard running behind me. I assumed it was that thing, but it seems like it was Sandy. Adam looked at Sandy before saying, Sorry I didnt wait for you. Wait, Susan interrupted. So there is something out there? Havent you been listening? Sandy asked on the brink of hysterics. It killed Pete! Dont you understand? We gotta get outta here! Susan thought for a moment while a number of the campers agreed with Sandy. Youre right, we do, she finally said. But we need to formulate a plan first before we do, though. Before we do anything, we should make sure Sandys ok. Her cuts need attention, inserted Adam. Susan nodded before looking back at their colleagues slashed torso. How are you? How am I?! How the hell do you think I am? Sandy rhetorically asked. How are you physically? Susan asked as calmly as possibly. Can we see your cuts? The wounded counselor, however, seemed reluctant to show off her wounds when she asked. She looked around the lodge hesitantly as she finally realized how many people were really there. Adam and Susan looked at each other before he nodded briefly. He, then, quickly stood before walking over to his poncho. What Ill do is undo this and spread it out, he explained as he reached for it before pointing up to the low hanging raptures. Then, Ill do my best to hang it like a curtain. That should act as a privacy curtain so her cuts can be looked at. Ill have everyone hang out in back for a bit more privacy. Is that ok with you, Sandy? She nodded her reply. Within a moment or two, Adam did as he said, and had his poncho dangling like a curtain from what hooks, nails, or whatever he could find that would assist in this. He had it about six feet in front of the fire; with enough space and light behind it to achieve the desired outcome. Will all three of us be behind that? Sandy nervously asked. Is there enough room? Not necessarily, Adam answered. Only two will be sufficient. Who would you feel more comfortable with? Sandy hesitantly looked at Susan, but otherwise remained silent. Adam nodded before turning to face the campers. Alright, listen up. I want to ask all of you a big favor. He paused briefly as he determined whether or no he had the attention of all around him. When he was sure he had, he then continued. Susan and Sandy will need some privacy for a couple of

minutes. Since going outside seems not to be an option at the moment, I want to ask all of you to move to the back of the lodge. Will you guys do this for me? Almost immediately, the frightened campers did what was asked and moved to the back of the lodge. Meanwhile, Susan and Sandy went behind the poncho and begin the examination. Adam found himself leaning against the wall while looking at the poncho. Through it, he saw the silhouettes of the two women on the other side. Sandy had finished taking what rags off that had once been a shirt. Susan did what she could to help before leaning in to examine Sandy. As Sandy was in the process of turning around, Adam heard a voice that seemed to be directed his way. He looked to see a number of faces looking at him. The campers seemed to be waiting for some kind of answer. Huh? What was that? he simply asked. How bad is it? Timmy asked. His eyes, like the rest, were nervous. How bad is what? Adam asked, more in jest as he purposely evaded the question. The thing with Sandy and what you two saw outside, Timmy retorted. How bad is it? I dont know. Are you saying that so we wouldnt worry so much, or do you really not know? Wendy asked with intent eyes. Adam looked at the campers in silence while debating what to tell them. He found himself realizing that he, in fact, didnt know what was going on, and that he only knew a little more than they did. No, Im not lying, he finally told her honestly. I really dont know whats going on. His overall demeanor seemed to reinforce what his words had said. Whatever happens, dont lie to us, ok? one of the campers who he didnt know asked. Theres no guarantee I wont, but Ill do my best, he told them. All I know is that the counselors and I will make sure all of you are going to be safe. Do you promise? asked Dorothy. Well do our best. Our primary concern is your safety. While saying this, something came to mind. That reminds me. Id like to make a deal with all of you. What is it? someone asked. I doubt this is anything serious, but if it is, I give you my word all the counselors here will do our best to make sure all of you are ok, he told them confidently. In return, Id like all of you to trust us when we tell you something; and, Id like all of you to do what we ask when we ask it, to the best of your ability. Do we have a deal?

There was a few seconds of silence as the campers looked at him. Why dont you guys talk amongst yourself first before agreeing, ok? They did that. The campers spoke to each other as they debated the offer that was laid on the figurative table before them. They all seemed to reluctantly agree to take the deal. Michael, to Adams satisfaction, didnt try to negotiate or get the deal in writing. He, like the others, took Adam at his word and at face value. Adam nodded his approval when they agreed. Ad he looked back towards the fire, he noticed Susan motioning to him. He obliged by walking over to her. Whats the verdict? he asked when he was next to her. Most of her cuts are superficial, slashes really, but some are deep, she responded. She may need stitches for these. Do you know where they keep the first aid kit? I know of two that we have, he quickly answered. Theres one in the office building, and one in the cafeteria. Since the office is locked, we should go to the cafeteria. Thats always open, she said. And what, bring it back here? Adam asked. She nodded. What if you or I took her there instead? Would that be safe? Probably not it that things still out there, Adam said. But is it safer for one person to make two trips, there and back? Good point, she acknowledged while looking towards the window. What about the campers? Id referred we all stayed together, but given the current situation, there really is no reason for them to leave here. At the moment, the lodge is safe. If that thing we saw is still out there, and if thats the thing that did what Sandys telling us it did, then wed be a sitting target for it. Adam sighed. And Sandy and you, or I, wouldnt be? Im not saying that, he quickly retorted. Wed be as much of a target when were out there no matter how many people leave. But the more people that leave, the more attention wed draw. He put his hands on his hips before sighing again while looking at the campers on the other side of the lodge. But, to answer your question, I dont know. I dont know what to do.

Why dont we do this, Sandy suggested. One of us will go get the first aid kit from the cafeteria and come back here. That way, only one person is gone rather than two. Besides, if one of us goes with Sandy there, then the two of us will be trapped in the cafeteria alone. Wed be separated. Would we be able to see adequate enough here to take care of her? Adam asked. I saw alright enough to check her out, Susan told him. I assume itd be no different trying to clean her and sew up the cuts. On the other hand, not to play devils advocate, the cafeteria does have lights, towels, and water that we can use to help treat her whereas here we dont. But the cafeterias lights dont work, she stated. The powers out. Remember, the cafeteria has a generator, Adam told his girlfriend. They would need some sort of backup to keep the food from going bad. Also, the cafeteria is right next to the office, so itd be easier to get there from the cafeteria then it would be from here. After her cuts are taken care of, someone could go there and try to use the phone, radio, or whatever thats available to call for help. Why dont we let her decide? suggested Susan. Adam, while debating this, walked to the window and looked out into the darkness. He looked back inside to Sandy and Susan. When he shifted his gaze to the campers, they still looked scared as hell, but were a bit calmer then before. He soon looked back to his girlfriend squarely in the eye; neither one willing to break the silence. He was the first to break eye contact as he diverted his gaze onto Sandy. She sat behind the now dried poncho on the ledge of the fireplace. Her legs were drawn close to her chest, her arms curled tightly around them. She was rocking back and forth as her eyes seemed to be focused on some distant point that wasnt there; a point only she could see. He walked over and knelt in front of her while using one of his hands to lift her chin to meet his eyes. Sandy, listen carefully. Theres a first aid kit in the cafeteria. We need to get to it. We either have to go there, get the kit, and bring it back here to treat you, he explained. Or, we take you there and treat your cuts there. Do you understand? Sandy, upon hearing that, didnt seem to understand what was explained to her. Her mind was still in a haze. Her body hurt, she had lost a good amount of blood, and she seemed to be going into shock. However, it would be better to treat you if we took you there, to the cafeteria, he told her as calm and as patiently as he could. Sandy, do you have a choice where we do this? Huh? Im not sure what youre asking, she said absently. Would you rather us take you to the cafeteria to treat your cuts, or would you prefer to stay here in the lodge?

No, she mumbled while shaking her head. Im not going back out there. I cant. You need to make a decision, Sandy, Adam pressed. We need to take care of your cuts as soon as possible. Where would you rather be? I cant, no, Sandy repeated. Im not going out there; I just cant! She continued sitting there as she looked at Adam with horror in her eyes. Her jaw quivered as her head shook. Tears started to accumulate in her eyes before streaming down both cheeks. Alright, alright. There has to be another way, Adam said to no one in particular. He soon thought for a moment before having an idea come to him. If we were able to get you to the cafeteria without you actually walking there, would you be willing to go? She looked at him blankly for a moment or two before speaking. I dont know. That depends on how we get there. What if we drove you there? Would you go then? Adam, Susan said, how are we supposed to drive her there? We dont have any cars to use. Theres some down in the maintenance garage. He shrugged. But we dont have keys to get in. Then we break in. What would we do then? Susan inquired. Dont they keep the keys for all the vehicles locked up somewhere? Even if we were to break in, we would still need the keys to start the vehicles. As he thought about that, he knew she was right. They had, in fact, kept the keys for all the vehicles locked up in a lock box. What about Dresden? Would he have a key for any of them? You know how he hates being disturbed at this hour, Susan chastised. Under the circumstances, hell get over it. Does he have any keys? Adam repeated. I dont know. I doubt it, though, Susan told him. You know how he hated going down there. He doesnt even want to get his hands dirty. Id be surprised if he had anything concerning the maintenance area at all. As Adam thought about that, he sighed heavily from frustration before an idea popped in his head. Hang on, I have an idea, he said before standing. He walked around the poncho and went to the campers. When he had their attention, he asked, Do any of you know how to hotwire a car? There was a hesitation and some awkward laughter when he asked that as all the campers looked at him with both amazement and astonishment. The laughter grew somewhat louder before someone asked, Are you serious?

Yeah I am, he told them. Listen, heres the deal. Theres a first aid kit in the cafeteria that we need to use to help Sandy. We dont know if we can get the keys for any of the vehicles, so thats why Im asking if any of you can hotwire. Why dont you walk to the cafeteria? Michael asked. Because Sandys afraid to. It seems shell let us drive her over, but she wont walk. Is it because of that thing out there? someone asked. The counselor confirmed it with Im afraid so. So because of that, you expect one of us to go with you to hotwire a car so she wont have to walk from here to the cafeteria? Michael asked very condescending like. Why dont you just go get the kit and bring it back here? Because the light in the cafeteria would be better to stitch her up with. But that thing could still be out there, Wendy said with a look of dread on her young face. All Adam could do was look at her helplessly before finally saying, Yes, it could be. Thats why we need to take care of Sandy before it comes back. Why do you need one of the vehicles to go get the first-aid kit? questioned Michael. Why cant you just walk over? Did you hear what he just said? Dorothy asked him. That thing could still be out there. I understand that, but its a shorter walk to the cafeteria then it is to the garage, Michael explained patiently, thought his irritation was evidently there. And, while were on it, there are more spaces for whatever it is out there to hide going down to the garage then it is to the cafeteria. Youre right Michael, youre absolutely right, Adam admitted. But, the truth of the matter is that the cafeteria is a better spot to treat Sandy than it would be here, but she wont go there unless we drive her. But, think on the upside. If we need to leave here in a hurry, would you rather walk out of here, or would you rather have a car available to leave in? Will we get in trouble if we do know how to hotwire a car? Davey asked. No, you wont. Are you sure? I assure you, under the situation, none of us will get into any type of trouble, Adam told him. But, if asked, Ill tell them that it was me who did it, not any of you. But, if you did know how to hotwire a car, you wouldnt have asked if any of us did, Michael stated.

Thats true, I dont know how to, but they dont know that. Adam smiled. And I dont want any of you to tell them differently. Understood? So, with that in mind, if any of you help with this, you wont get into trouble. Well, in that case, Davey said while taking a couple of steps forward. I can do it. I know how to hotwire a car. Are you being serious, Dave? the concerned counselor asked suspiciously. This is no time to joke around. Im as serious as a heart attack, retorted the young camper with confidence. Ok, youre with me then, Adam told him. The rest of you stay put for the time being. Until we get back, try and do whatever Susan asks of you. Leave Sandy alone as best as you can, and above all, please, do not go outside for any reason unless you have to. Do all of you understand me? They all did. Adam nodded before looking at Davey. Alright, lets go. With that, he and his new partner walked to the front and told Susan and Sandy what the plan was. Is this a good idea? Susan asked with concern. Her cuts have almost stopped bleeding. Adam looked at her for a moment before admitting, Maybe not. Then why are you doing it? Like I told them earlier, he said while nodding to the campers, if we get a car started, and then we would have a way out of here in case we need to leave. But we all wont fit in one vehicle. Then we get two of them then. Hey, do we still have the van? Susan quickly asked. If we do, then thats the one well get, Adam told her. She smiled. Good, get that if you can. Thatll be our best bet. Itll be a little tight, but itll do. We might still need to get two, maybe even three, vehicles for everyone here at the camp. At least try for the van. We can decide later what to do, Susan said while leaning in to kiss him. When she pulled away, she looked down at Davey and said, You do what Adam says, ok? Yes maam, he quickly replied with a smile. Davey, at that moment, now seemed like a child on Christmas Eve while waiting for Santa to show up.

A lot of times the maintenance guys will leave extra shirts down there, Adam stated before nodding to Sandy. Ill grab one if there any. Do that, his girlfriend told him. The shirt she was wearing is just a pile of shreds now. It might help her not feeling so exposed. He nodded before looking at her one last time. Adam didnt want to think that this could be the last time hed see her, but he couldnt help it She seemed to sense what he was thinking for when they made eye contact; she smiled softly while placing a hand on his cheek. Itll be ok, she told him. Well see each other soon, ok? Adam nodded before leaning forward and kissed her. I love you, he told her as he pulled away. I know. I love you too. Now, the sooner you leave, the sooner you two can get back. Now, get outta here! she told them while pointing to the door. She did her best to keep herself composed, but Adam easily saw tears in her eyes that she was trying not to be seen. Adam and Davey said Yes maam almost in unison as the younger of the two gave her a mock salute. After that, Adam grabbed two flashlights, pocketed one while giving the other one to his partner. Moments later, a blast of cool, moist air came rushing in when they opened the door. They both went outside after having a long, hesitant look around. Once they were past the doors threshold, Adam turned to look at Susan one last time. He soon turned, closed the door, and started embarking on what he was hoping not the last time he would see her. Shortly after he and Davey walked into the darkness, the sound of Susan locking the door behind them was heard. Adam looked at Davey and said, You sure about this? Its not too late to go back. Nah, thats alright, he answered with a smile. I never have anything exciting to tell my friends when I see them after summer vacation. Hopefully this year will be different. Adam returned the smile. Well, lets find out. Shall we? Daveys smile broadened as he nodded. With that, they turned and started walking towards what Adam was reluctantly hoping was not a suicide mission. Unfortunately for the both of them, only time would tell. Only time would tell.

Chapter 8 The rain wasnt coming down as hard then as it was the last time he was out, Adam thought, but not much. It still peppered him like it had before, but it didnt sting nowhere as bad. However, the wind was no as blind or as brutal this time around. Both he and Davey were soaked through their clothes before they lost sight of the lodge. By the look of it, the fog that Adam saw come up from the lake had now engulfed most, if not all, of the quad. If it wasnt for the handful of emergency lights scattered in their strategic positions, he felt they would have become much more disoriented then what he felt they were already. Are we going to be ok? he young companion asked. I certainly hope so, replied Adam with as much optimism he could muster. Before the conversation could go down that road anymore than that, he saw the beginning part of the service road which led to the maintenance garage. As he picked up his pace in that general direction, he added, Theres the road going down to where we need to be. If you see or hear anything out of the ordinary, try and point it out, ok? Davey nodded his rely while following his older companion out of the trees and onto the fog filled road. The road itself was unpaved, and consisted of a dirt and rock surface that moved underneath their feet. Though they only had to go a couple of hundred feet at most more to reach their destination, Adam was nervous. He wasnt sure where that shape was; and he wasnt sure whether or not it was human, though he was doing his best not to start believing any of those stories he told. And, above all, he wasnt sure if the shape he saw was the same thing that hurt Sandy. He wasnt even sure if Pete himself was in fact dead. He didnt have too much more time to think about anything before Davey was saying something to him, something he couldnt quite hear. What was that? he asked. I thought I heard something, repeated the camper. Where from? I dont know, but I thought I heard something. Do you know what it was? What it sounded like? Adam quickly asked. Meanwhile, he pulled Davey by the sleeve over to the side of the drive and tried to blend in the best they could with the cedars. At first I thought it was the wind, but it wasnt, the young man replied before thinking for a better response. But then I thought it may be a wolf or something. Are there any wolves in the area?

Wolves? No, no wolves in the area, Adam told him. Could it have been a dog, maybe even a coyote? I dont think so, pondered the camper. It was weird. It seemed to be in the wind, yet it wasnt the wind. Does that make sense? It does indeed. Adam paused before scanning all around him to see what little there was to see. Outside of the night, the fog, the silhouettes of the trees, and the nearby garage, his eyes couldnt distinguish anything out of the norm. Were almost there. Why dont we hurry up and get inside before you hear what you heard again. Hows that sound? Davey quickly nodded. Sounds good. Alright, lets hurry up then. With that, Adam led the way out of their temporary shelter and back out onto the service drive. They walked briskly the remaining distance and when they were feet from the garages side door, Adam sensed that Davey had stopped. When he turned to investigate, he noticed his young companion standing in the rain listening. Davey, what is it? I heard it again, the noise I told you about. But I heard something else too. What else did you hear? Before Davey could respond, Adam heard what appeared to be walking from the service drive. It came from the direction they had just come, and it was coming their way. As Adam signaled Davey to move with him into the shadows, they both looked intently back up the drive. The walk, sound or whatever was still evident and still closing the distance between them. It wasnt in a hurry but it was consistent. Over the wind and rain, they heard the crushing of rocks and the moving of gravel. Whatever was making the noise sounded heavy, though they still couldnt see the object of their interest. Adam could hear this hear beating with the impending footsteps. Though he wasnt positive, he was worried that whatever was following them, he was afraid it was the shape from the lake. As they continued staring in the darkness, something took shape in the fog. It was almost impossible to tell what it was, but whatever it was; this was the source of the footsteps. What is that? Davey softly asked. I dont know. What do we do? Lets stay put for the time being. It doesnt appear to know were her. Lets not do anything to change that, ok? With any luck, that thing will keep on going.

And that was what they did. They crouched in the surrounding shadows and cedars while watching the shape move towards them. The close the shape got, the more defined it got from the glow of the garages light. And the closer it got the more of dj vu Adam was experiencing. This shape, so far, seemed to be the same shape that came over the stairs. Hey Davey, he said softly. That thing you said you heard in the wind earlier, did it sound anything like Godzilla? Whos Godzilla? Theres a series of Japanese movies around this gigantic, mutated lizard. That lizard is Godzilla. Wasnt there a movie like that out a few years ago? Yes, confirmed the counselor. Hollywood did a remake with Mathew Broderick the early part of this decade. Anyway, Godzilla had this annoying, high pitched screech when it yelled. I was just wondering if what you heard sounded anything like that. The young man delayed in answering before saying, Yeah, it did sound a little like that. Why, is that it? Im afraid so. Interesting was the only thing Davey said as they continued watching their approaching visitor. As the shape approached, its arms, legs, and head formed in the rain. Again, this shape was bipedal and walked upright. Even though its calves and ankles were relatively small for its size, its thighs were well muscled. Its waist and abdomen were both lean and toned. Its chest, however, from what could be seen, was thick. Its neck and arms were well developed with muscle. Its hands were large and powerful; and sharp claws came from its fingertips. The shapes feet were equally impressive; being large and broad, almost like snowshoes, and had talon-like claws protruding from the tips of its toes. The shapes head was large, but proportionate in size as compared to the neck, chest, and arms. Large, penetrating eyes scanned the path in front of it. The mouth and nose were elongated and seemed to form what appeared to be some sort of muzzle. As Adam found himself staring at the face of the strange stranger, he found it to be an extremely expressive face. The way its eyes scanned the landscape to how its nose sniffed and breathed the air. The eyelids and brow of the shapes face seemed to move in unison with each other as it surveyed everything. The shapes mouth and lips were equally expressive as it seemed to almost grin to reveal two rows of deadly sharp teeth. While trying to finish examining the face, there was a strange noise coming from the shape when it walked. When Adams eyes diverted to look more closely to the reasoning behind this noise, he

became aware that it was actually two sounds in one. The first sound was the sound of its feet as it crushed the rocks underneath them. The second noise came from something Adam hadnt noticed previously. Out of the shapes lower back was a thick, reptilian-like tail about five feet in length. It moved behind the shape with a swishing, grinding noise as it moved the gravel and stones on the drive beneath. The close the shape got, it was more evident that it didnt stand, or walk, fully erect. It was slightly hunched over at the shoulders. And, the closer it got, Adam, while comparing the shapes height to his own, found that their visitor towered over him. He judged it to be approximately seven feet tall, even with the hunch. Adam pondered how tall it would really have been if it stood straight and fully erect. Although Adam found himself fascinated with their unnamed visitor, he was also terrified as hell by it. If it wasnt from the rain, he felt he would have soaked through his clothes from his own sweat. Then, when the shape was mere feet from them, Adam felt himself gasp for air as his body tensed up. He felt a tingling sensation run down his spine and a chill come over him as if every hair on his body stood up. If Adam thought he was fascinated with what he saw before, the realization of what they were seeing terrified him. Their unusual guest before them seemed to be constructed by the rain itself. The entire body was completely invisible, whose profile was completely outlined by the rain in every detail. It was there, less then fifteen feet from them, but Adam could see through it. He was completely baffled and taken back by this. Every detail, every movement, every aspect of this thing was as a result of the rain itself. Adam glanced to Davey and could tell his young companion saw it as well. What in the Sam Hell is that? Davey wondered out loud with wide-eyed astonishment. While Adam was in the process of shrugging, the shape abruptly stopped and looked suddenly into the shadows where they were embraced. It leaned forward, extended its head towards them, and sniffed the air several times. The rain, as well as what fog there was around it, was inhaled with each breath. The fog was seen circulating through its transparent body before being snorted out its nose. As its eyes narrowed to slits while they continued scanning the shadows before it, a voice was heard in the wind. Adam strained his ears to listen while keeping a watchful eye on the shape before them. The voice came from back up the service drive, and seemed to come from the vicinity of the quad. Even though the voice was soft and not very noticeable with the wind and rain, Adam soon was able to make out was it was saying. Adam?! Adam?! the voice called. Will you hurry up? We need you! The voice repeated itself a couple of times before Adam realized it was Susan who was calling from him. He got extremely nervous under the given situation, more so then he had been. He knew that neither he nor Davey could do anything at the moment to comply.

As Adam was thinking of a plan they could execute, the shape heard the voice and turned towards it. It listened for a moment or two before letting out another high pitched shriek. It ran in the voices direction before breaking up in the rain and disappeared completely into the elements around it. When it seemed like it was gone, Adam grabbed Davey and pulled him the remaining distance to the garage. They found all three side doors locked, as well as the four bay doors secured, before quickly going to a nearby side door. Adam looked at Davey and asked, You wouldnt by chance know how to pick a lock, would ya? Davey shook his head. Dont worry about it. He then bend down, grabbed a rock, and threw it firmly through the doors window. The glass shattered on impact, the rock easily passing through it. Adam put his arm through the window and opened the door from inside. Cmon, lets go, he told his companion as they entered the dark maintenance facility. A gust of wind entered with them, which spat several jewel-sized drops of rain on the cold, grey concrete floor. Once they entered, Adam immediately flipped a light switch on. To his surprise, the lights didnt come on. Shit, he mumbled with a sigh and a shake of his head when he remembered. Forget the powers out? Davey asked with a rare chuckle. Adam nodded his head with a yeah, yeah, yeah, under his breath. The only light offered inside was a urine-yellow glare that was filtered in through the windows curious from the emergency light anchored on the garages outside corner. The light helped with shapes and various silhouettes; however it only seemed to work on things in the top half of the interior. Everything else, however, was void of light. As a result, Adam and Davey could not get around without pulling out their flashlights. Before we go any further, Adam said while walking to an interior door, I wanted to check out the break room real fast. I thought we were here to get a car? Davey quickly asked as his brow scrunched. The counselor didnt respond. Rather, he acted like he never heard the question while walking through the door into the break room. Davey was left looking around for the meantime. The break room was basic. There was two durable portable tables set in the middle for the employees, and was lined with dirty coffee mugs, writing utensils, and sections of newspapers scattered about them. In the far corner was a make-shift kitchenette. A small bathroom lay next to that. A second corner had a door going outside; and the corner to Adams right were two offices, one of which had a shirt hanging on a wall-mounted coat rack. With shirt in hand, he reentered the garage to find his companion stumbling around aimlessly.

Hey man, the early teen complained as Adam shined his light into his face. Mind shining that light elsewhere? Adam quickly diverted the light. Sorry about that; I didnt mean that. The garage itself was in all intense purposes, a standard maintenance garage. Cool, concrete floors with periodic floor drains; standard white sheet rock walls with tool shelves distributed throughout; standard, heavy-duty cabinets for other tools, oil, antifreeze, and other miscellaneous items; and a couple sawhorses next to a pile of wood in the back corner. In addition to this, the bay they were in also stored two golf carts for little duties they might have, an F-150 pickup for standard and medium jobs, and a dually F-250 dump truck for the bigger things. None of these vehicles satisfied Adam to use, but could be used if need be. Wow, can we take the dump truck? Davey asked in awe while staring at the F-250. It may not be very practical for what we need it for, Adam replied. Sensing his companions disappointment, he quickly added, Why dont we check that other bay first? If we dont find the van there, then yes, we can use it. Davey quickly smiled while hearing this. However, to his letdown, the van was located in the adjacent bay. Adam tried the vans driver side door, and, to his satisfaction, he found it unlocked. He opened it while looking down to his nearby accomplice. Ok bub, looks like its time for you to go to work. There was a brief look of letdown on his face before Davey shrugged and climbed behind the wheel. Adam heard some plastic breaking, which was followed with several moments of grunting and groaning before the vans engine turned over with ease. Davey laughed heartily at his accomplishment as he dragged himself out of the van. See, I told you I could do it! Can I drive? Adam laughed briefly. No, you cant. Why not? he protested. If it wasnt for me, you wouldnt have gotten it going. I sort of want us to get back to the lodge. Ill let you drive later if I can drive now. Hows that? the counselor countered while pulling the release lever for the bays overhead door. While youre debating that, open the door, will ya? Adam got behind the vans wheel and closed the door before Davey replied. He put his flashlight and the shirt in between the two front seats. From his rear-view mirror, he saw the garage door open. When his associate didnt come around to climb in the seat next to him, Adam rolled down his window and yelled out, Yo, whats the hold-up? We need to get going!

Adam! Weve got a problem out here! Davey yelled back. When he heard this, Adam wasnt worried so much about the statement he just heard as compared to the tone of the speaker. The voice from behind the van was scared and in shock. From the mirror, Adam saw his sidekick frozen like a statue as he appeared to be staring at something. Whats the matter? Adam yelled out the window. We got a problem, Davey repeated. This time, there was no question about it. He was terrified. What is it? Its back. Adam, upon hearing that, closed his eyes and sighed heavily. Whats back? He didnt actually need to ask; though he wasnt even sure why he did. The question just seemed to come easily off the tip of his tongue. You know, it! That thing in the rain. Its back! Where is it? Outside, in the rain. Are you sure, Adam asked almost rhetorically, hoping that this question would actually change anything. Yeah, since its looking at me right now. What the hell do you mean its looking at you? Adam asked while finally getting out of the van and started towards his young friend. He didnt completely get to the back bumper when he saw it. There, not ten feet from the now open door, in the urine colored glow, stood the shape. It weaved back and forth as it watched them. It moved with the intensity of a caged animal ready to pounce. Occasionally, the shape sniffed the air, as if hoping to catch a whiff of its prey-like observers from just inside the door; swirls of mist were inhaled before circulating inside like before. Like before, the shape was completely transparent. Its body was totally formed and outlined by the rain and mist itself. If it wasnt for that, Adam highly doubted that their unknown visitor would have even been there. As it continued to sway and stare at them, there was this rumble that rose within before slowly becoming a groan. Hey, Adam, Davey stated softly without taking his eyes off of what stood in front of him. What are we gonna do?

While continuing to stare at the shape, Adam didnt reply until the question was repeated. Lets move back slowly and get in the van, ok? Davey complied while doing what was asked. He took a few steps back as Adam followed suit. When they were about halfway to the vans front doors, the shape started walking towards them before stopping just outside the open bay door. Parts of the shape that happened to be under the garages overhang, parts that werent evenly hit by the rain, wavered and broke up or vanished all together. It stood briefly before taking a step or two back, being fully reanimated in the process, while snarling at them. What was that about? Davey asked after they climbed inside the van. Why did it stay out there? It couldve easily come in after us. I dont think it can, Adam replied. Whatcha mean? I mean just that. Adam looked at him before buckling his seatbelt. I think that thing might be confined by, or to, the rain. Oh, make sure youre buckled in, ok? Davey promptly did what was asked as Adam put the van in reverse and stepped on the gas. The van picked up speed before going through that shape as easily it cut through the rain. Upon impact, the shape dispersed and exploded similar to that of a water balloon. After the van was free of the garage, Adam put it in drive and started up the service drive. Think thats the last well see of that thing? Davey asked with a trembling voice. Adam just looked at him briefly as the van pulled onto the camps quad. In less than a minute, the van pulled up and parked in front of the lodges door. As an afterthought, Adam said, Hang on a second before you get out. I think we should back in. If you can, go in back and open the doors up. I want to get as close as I can and not worry about it. Itll be easier Davey nodded, unhooked his seat belt, and climbed over the back two bucket seats to do what was asked of him. He soon yelled go ahead when he was set. Adam didnt wait before Davey to finish before moving the vans back door in alignment to the lodges front door. Davey jumped out and started banging on the door, demanding to be let in, even before the van stopped moving. Adam unbuckled himself and started to leave before grabbing his flashlight and shirt he got. Almost immediately, the door opened to reveal a worried Susan from behind it. What took you so long? she demanded as the vans former occupants rushed inside and closed the door. Susan, upon seeing Adam safe and behind closed doors, embraced him. I was so worried about you.

Adam returned the hug. Oh, we ran into our friend out there. Yeah, twice! Davey injected as he ran his hands through his soaked hair. Are you serious? inquired the Asian beauty. Yeah, but nothing serious, Adam assured her while kissing her tenderly. He looked around the inside of the somber lodge. As he stared at the silent faces before him, he felt that the atmosphere, in his absence, had degraded since their departure. Upon further observation, Adam soon found Sandy. She had migrated from the fireplace to a corner chair. She sat there in the shadows with her legs up on the chair, knees close to her chest, arms wrapped around them. Her eyes were in some far off place, face pale, and she talked to herself while her body rocked back and forth. Her torn, bloody rags covered what her legs couldnt. How is she? Adam asked softly while nodding towards their troubled colleague. Her cuts have stopped bleeding for the most part, but she needs a doctor, or somebody, Susan replied melancholy. I think shes in shock now, or at least going into it. Lets get her out of her and over to the cafeteria as soon as we can, ok? Susan simply nodded without saying a word. She turned before walking to Sandy. Adam followed. Davey walked to his peers and started chit chatting with them; possibly reminiscing to them what he had experienced since leaving the comforts of the lodge. Susan knelt in front of Sandy while gently placing a hand on her shoulder, causing the distressed woman jump. A soft protest escaped from her lips before going back to her erythematic rocking. Susan simply, and softly, said, Sandy, its time to go. There was no response or reaction to the words as Sandy kept rocking. Cmon honey, its time to go. When noticing it was useless, she moved to one side of her distraught coworker while looking up at Adam. Will you help me get her to her feet? He nodded before moving quickly. As Adam was in the process of leaning forward to put a hand under her arm, Sandy looked up to him and quietly asked, Are we going home? The tone of her voice and the look in her eyes, Adam thought that she resembled a child; innocent, helpless, and unguarded. No, not yet, he answered. But we will soon. Sandy nodded briefly while allowing the two next to her help raise her weak body from the chair and to her feet. When she looked up and noticed they were leading her to the door, she immediately froze and started resisting like a dog going to the vets. We arent going outside, are we? she asked while her voice, and body, shook with the fear she had tried to repress the last several minutes. We have to to get to where were going, confirmed Susan.

She shook her head as she started crying. No, I cant go outside. I cant! Itll get us! Its alright; youll be fine, assured Adam while nodding to Susan to signal they should proceed. When they started to almost force Sandy towards the door, Susan looked at her boyfriend and stated, Will you get the door? Adam went to the door before Sandy could react, and opened it fully. It was at this point, upon Adams return, when Sandy realized they were being serious and the door was open. She started fighting and squirming, fiercely resisting every step of the way. The more she fought and pleaded, the tighter Adams and Susans hold on her got. Sandy fought like a possessed soul on her way to an exorcism. Her head flew back, her eyes rolled up in her head, and screamed like there was no tomorrow. She was practically put in the back of the van, as Adam restrained her best he could while instructing Susan to pull the van forward so the doors could be closed. Susan complied without speaking, and the rear doors were closed soon after the van moved forward. Feeling trapped, Sandy thrashed around inside while Susan got out of the van and walked just inside the lodge. Adam and Susan stood in silence from the lodges door as Sandy continued banging within the vans confines. Several campers who had made their way to see what was going on. Susan, being the first to break the awkward silence, asked, What do we do now? Get her to the cafeteria and take care of her cuts, Adam responded while continued to stare at Sandy. I meant with the campers? I thought they could lock themselves inside here while you and I took care of her. After that, we can decide what to do. Susan obviously did not like that idea, but kept quiet. Taking her silence as Susan being agreeing, Adam told the campers to lock the door behind them and not to open it for anyone until they got back. Once he said that, the couple made their way to the vans back doors and climbed in. Sandy, who had calmed slightly from being secure in the closed van, went hysterical once the doors were opened. Shut the doors! Shut the doors! she repeatedly screamed. Her eyes went back to their previously crazed state, while her mouth was agape. As she shook in fear, Adam briefly what she would do first: pea her pants or foam at the mouth. He also had a short-lived image of Linda Blairs famous pea soup scene before it subsided to the image that lay before him. Shut the damn doors! she repeated as her madness grew. Itll get in!

Adam quickly shut the rear doors as Susan tried calming her. The more Sandy screamed, the more he wished she would be quiet. With that thought in his head, he climbed over the rear and middle seats of the van to the drivers seat. Hurry, Susan urged him. Adam simply looked at her with a sigh as if to convey, Id wish for nothing more to get this over with. He quickly shifted the vehicle in gear before the van jerked forward as it proceeded to make its way from underneath the lodges protective covering of trees. As the space around the van opened up as it moved out onto the quad, the less protection from the rain they had. It went from a misty wetness to a downright downpour. The water streamed down vans windows; its wipers on high. They did their best to provide a good, clear view, though Adam still felt they could do better. The moment the van was completely exposed on the quad, a whirlwind of cold air engulfed the van and shook it with a fit of anger. It seemed to appear out of nowhere and made the vans occupants deaf by its fury. Because of this, Adam was happy not only was it a clear shot from the lodge to the cafeteria with no interference, but also grateful that the emergency lights were still operational. As they neared, Adam noticed several sections of the lawn were flattened under the force of the rain. Pools of water were seen in the indentations while the hard fallen, heavy water droplets penetrated their wavering surfaced. Adam shivered as the dampness sat in with his wandering thoughts. He soon realized that outside of the wind and rain, they were engulfed almost entirely in shadows and blackness. Each ran much deeper for his comfort. He shivered again, but this time, at the prospect that that thing, that shape, could be anywhere. It literally could be within a matter of a few feet from the van. He thought the only way they would be able to see the shape would be if it was somewhere ahead of them and in the vague streams of the emergency lights. He felt the cafeterias light would be their only way to distinguish it from the surrounding blackness since the offices light was going to the side of his vision. But, if that was the case, if the shape did appear in the gloom and radiance of the light ahead of them, what then? The more he thought about it, the less hopeful he became. Given the fact that it seemed to be part of the rain, was made from the mist and moisture itself, and it seemed to vanish and disperse at will. The answer he came up with didnt settle well with him. Nothing, he thought. Theres not a damn thing we can do. There was a huh? Adam heard from the back of the van. When he looked in the rear view mirror, he found Susan looking at him. What was that? he asked. Did you say something?

No. I was just talking to myself, he said before his thoughts drifted back to the shape. He found himself remembering driving the van through the shape as he backed it out of the garage. He remembered how easy it was to penetrate the shape. Maybe that killed it, he thought. Maybe it wont come back. However, the more he thought about it, the more embarrassed he became at how ridicules that sounded. Ill be back. He sighed. While approaching the cafeteria, Adam saw the lights on in the kitchen. He found himself hoping someone would be there to help them out. At the very least, this only proved to him that the buildings generator was currently operational. He scanned ahead of them, gauging the distance, while his eyes darted back and forth. Nothing was on the prowl ahead of them, nor was there any on the sides of the cafeteria. The big, concrete slab that was used as a step in front of their destinations main entrance was still fairly dry thanks to the large over hang above it. The two big, wooden storm doors were fully opened outwards; each propped open with the aid of a pale, chipping brick. The inner screen doors were closed. Usually they were unlocked, which he was hoping for at the present time. However, if they werent then, they would be easy enough to open up. They could be easily forced open. Similar to what he did at the lodge, Adam backed the van up to the cafeterias front step. Thankfully, the vans back doors stopped just under the overhang, but not by much. Alright, here we go, he said aloud while to move to the back of the now parked van. While making his way to his companions in back, he looked at them. Sandy had calmed a great deal since leaving the lodge, though she was far from being called fine. Her eyes had a distant, glazed look about them, and her face was still pale. Susan, he noticed, unlike Sandy, returned his gaze. Her eyes were gaunt with heavy bags under them, but other than that, she looked nervous. How are you two doing? he inquired as the climbed over the last seat. Were as well as we can be, Susan told him. Satisfied with the answer, he unlocked the rear doors, and, while exiting, opened the doors to their full potential. After both feet were planted firmly on the concrete beneath him, Adam took a quick survey of what he could see. All he saw was the darkness of the night. What light that was given off by the nearby light only led to even more darkness in the form of shadows. Satisfied with what he saw, he moved quickly to the screen doors behind him. They were both unlocked as they freely moved inward under his guidance. Hang on a sec. Ill be right back, he said over his shoulder to the two women behind him. Before either of them could respond, Adam passed through the screened doors to become engulfed by the cafeterias inner blackness. The lights inside went on a few seconds later after he found

what switches he needed. He soon found the dining room empty except for the tables, chairs, and himself. The cafeteria itself laid parallel to the lake no more than one hundred feet behind it. Three of the four walls were lined with several sets of windows. The opposite wall to the one with the doors Adam walked through contained a back door. The left wall housed two doors going to the kitchen. From where he was, Adam clearly saw the lights were on behind it, much the same as he did from outside. The only sound the cafeteria produced was the sound of its generator, which laid outside its back left corner. Even though this was the only sound Adam heard, he still called out with a Hello? Is there anyone here?! When there was no response, he continued listening. Satisfied with the silence, he turned and exited back to the van. Its all clear, he told Susan while flicking a thumbs behind him. She nodded before turning to Sandy, who she still embraced under her arms. Its time to go. Sandy, at first, didnt seem like she had heard her. She continued sitting where she was and rocked back and forth. It wasnt until Susan repeated herself did she stir. Huh, what? she asked absently while looking to her companion. Its time to go, hon, Susan softly repeated. Are we going home? the shocked counselor asked. Not yet, but we will soon. Sandy dumbly nodded while getting up. She followed Susan over the last bucket seat the van offered and moved to the back door. When seeing this, she hesitated again like a vet feared dog. Its OK, Sandy, Susan said while pointing to the screen doors. Were going inside. Not even ten feet. Can you make it? I dont wanna go out there. Sandys eyes appeared to be as desolates as her voice sounded. Its only ten feet. Susans tone was a bit more firm when she spoke. Sandy shook her head. No, I cant. Listen, Susan said with a sternness that commanded all around her. Adam and I are risking our own well being to help you. With that said, are you willing to sacrifice both our lives so you dont have to walk ten feet? To Adam, there was a silence that replaced the wind and rain when Susan said that. Evidently, Sandy heard this as well for she stared at her.

Sandy, listen, Susan continued in the same sternness Adam rarely heard her use. Its only ten feet until all three of us are inside. Like I said before, were risking our lives to help you, and because of that, you are going inside. Do you understand? Huh, do you? She paused long enough to get an answer, but no reply was given. So, whether you like it or not, we are going inside. Wed rather you go in on your accord, but, if not, were prepared to haul you in kicking and screaming if need be. Adam already looked inside, and its safe. Theres nothing inside to frighten you. So, whats it going to be? Upon hearing her little speech, Adam was reminded of one of her many facets which drew him to her. At times, including the present, she could be as stubborn as she was beautiful. He also had to smile to himself as she looked at Sandys face. By her expression, it was obvious she had never seen, or heard, this side of Susan. Even though Sandy had her own faade or authority, it would quickly crumble in the presence of any amount of the real thing. Any amount of authority Sandy had shown when she was in a stable mind set was now gone. She only stared dumbly at her before nodding. So, were going inside now. Right? Susan asked. Again, Sandy simply nodded. Good. Lets go then. Susan took the initiative of exiting the van first. Like a young filly, Sandy followed her closely. They both left the confines of the van to the openness of the concrete slab that Adam was on and proceeded towards the screen doors before them. When they were only a couple of steps from them, Sandy abruptly stopped in her tracks and looked behind her. Thinking she was going to put up another resisted delay for them, Adam and Susan were shaken when a heart wrenching scream sprung from their associates lungs. While looking for what was causing this outburst, the answer was quickly revealed. There, standing by the drivers side door of the van, was the outline of the shape.

Chapter 9 The rain bounced off the roof of the van like grease off of cooking bacon as the shape stayed where it was; hunched at the shoulders while swaying where it stood. Adam felt their unwelcomed visitor, again, reminded him of a caged animal ready to pounce on their handlers. He had a visual image of the old time zoos, the ones that used to house their animals, especially the big cats, in concrete rooms. This image in particular was that of a tiger crouching in its sterile, hard rooms corner; its hairs on its back stood erect, and lips curled in an almost permanent growl while exposing layers of teeth. However, the only difference in his image and what lay before him was that in his image, steel bars stood before man and beast. The shape had this very same image before him as the tiger did in Adams head. Adam was so focused on his image that he barely heard Susan speak. Were going inside, she said. Lets go. Make sure you close the doors behind you. After nodding to her, he noticed that the shape didnt move, other than its swaying, during that brief moment. What worried him most, other than the uninvited visitor being roughly ten feet in front of him, was that the visitor never attempted to shorten the distance between them. What is he waiting on? he thought. He wondered why the shape would reveal itself and not yet attack. Its toying with us was the only answer that came to him. The shape continued swaying the whole time as it watched the storytelling counselor watching him. All Adam could think was how odd and bizarre this was considering the impression he was getting while remembering the story Sandy told them of her and Pete at the dock earlier in the evening. At this distance, and with what light was given off by both the cafeterias inner and outer lights, he was finally able to get a good, clear, unobstructed look at the mysterious stranger. Slowly, his eyes confirmed the fact that the shape was the shape was either completely invisible and being totally outlined by the rain in every detail, or it was actually made out of the rain itself, made from the moisture. He chuckled to himself as while running any other possibilities through his head. While taking a step back towards the screen doors behind him, he noticed a rock on the concrete slab next to him. He picked it up and found the rock had some weight as he rolled it in his hand. He started tossing the rock from hand to hand before noticing that the overhang above him was roughly in the middle between him and the unnamed shape. Five feet beyond the overhang, the shaped continued to sway, ready to pounce. It took a step forward, but no more, as it stared back at him, almost grinning while doing so. It could have easily shortened the distance between them at any time it wanted, but seemed to choice not to. It seemed to like the rain. Seemed to be part of it; seemed to want to stay in the moisture.

Is this thing restricted to the rain? Adam thought to himself as he switched to bobbing the rock in his right hand. Then, while debating this a little longer, he absently threw the rock at the shape. To his surprise, there was no reaction on the part of the visitor before him. It just stood like a fixture as the rock easily passed through it and bounced on the drenched grass behind it. The rock passed through the shape as easily as it would pass through a sprinkler, and with virtually the same effect. The only difference was that in this case, some of the rocks momentum was slowed while going through the creature. There was a slight ripple in the shapes chest where it and the rock met, but other than that, nothing happened. Adam looked at the shape with wide-eyed wonder. Obviously something was there since he was looking at it, but what living thing could have a rock, or anything else for that matter, thrown through them completely and not die? It was then, during this stare down between human and non-human, when the shape appeared getting anxious. As the shape swayed with its anxiety, booming noises were heard coming from the south; booming noises that seemed to come from the lake. When these first booms were heard, the shape swayed more intently where it stood. Its lips curled back to reveal more of a snarl and more of its sharp teeth. Water seemed to drip from its teeth like blood from a fresh kill. As Adam tilted his head to listen, he soon realized what he was hearing. The booming in the distance was something he had heard stories about, but only as myths, as local folklore. The booms were unmistakable; they were, without a doubt, the Drums of Seneca Lake. As he looked back to the shape, standing where it was moments earlier, it appeared to be grinning. It continued swaying as it returned as it returned the gaze. Adam had to admit that not only was he nervous, but he was scared. He was scared out of his mind, and it was a fear he had never experienced. As his thoughts filtered through his mind, his life seemed to flash before him. And, while trying to think of any positive outcome of this night, he remembered what going to his uncle once years ago when he was younger about something that had scared him. His uncle, after listening patiently to him, simply said, Adam, keep this in mind. Anyone can stand up to anything that scares the hell out of them if youve got the guts to look it in the eye; if you can look it in the eye. With this thought firmly planted in his head, Adam walked as far forward on the concrete slab as he could and still be protected by the overhang. While contemplating whether or not this was a good idea, a voice in his head was saying, Stay out of the rain. Dont get wet. This seemed like sound advice and he did his best to listen to it. As he reached the furthest spot on the slab to still stay dry, he found himself staring at the shape to see if his uncles words of wisdom were in fact good counsel. He attempted to look the shape in the eye, but found himself staring through the shape into the darkness behind it. If the eyes were truly windows to ones soul, what did these pair before him signify? If all he saw was the blackness behind the shape, did this represent the essence of the thing before him?

With their eyes locked, Adam couldnt help but think that the shape was king of the night they currently shared; the rains were its Camelot. If this had any resemblance to reality rather than bad sci-fi horror, he didnt want to find out what the shapes Excalibur might be. Just like the old proverbial saying, Adam hoped he found out later than sooner. The shape, meanwhile, matched Adam move for move, almost like some weird carnival mirror. The shape moved as close to Adam while still submersed in the rain as Adam did it on the dry slab. Adam was reminded of the mirror in Alice in Wonderland. This mirror, he contemplated, was a mirror to an evil, parallel dimension of your own realm. He found a cold chill run through his body while his body shivered. Sensing this, the shape broadened its grin. A soft red glow appeared in its pupils would have been. It was mild at first before darkening to a deep crimson. The darker the eyes got, the more the shape swayed. It swayed with an anxiousness that it hadnt showed. It swayed as if a hunger was building inside it. If this shape before him was in fact the fabled rain monster from local lore, it had returned after twenty years. Twenty years since it last ate. Twenty years since its last hunt. Twenty years of hunger built up inside it. A hunger ready to be filled; a hunger ready to get out. If these stories are based on any truth, then this shapes twenty year dormancy had officially come to an end. If it has been twenty years since its last meal, Adam feared what sort of an appetite has grown in its belly. The shape continued swaying as it eagerly waited. It swayed like a stalker prepared to pounce on an unaware prey. Its tail, in conjunction with the rest of its body, swished back and forth similar to that of a lioness on the prowl. Adam found himself doubting that anything in the cafeteria would quench the shapes hunger. He compared it to the orcs and uruk-hai of Tolkiens world, the same ones who needed man-flesh to fill their salivating mouths. With this image in his head, Adam looked again into the face before him. He found that the rains did a good job playing to his fears as the water continued dripping from the shapes mouth and teeth like blood and saliva. While totally engrossed with the image before him, he found himself being jolted back to reality from a yell from inside the cafeteria. Adam, will you get in here?! The shape, while hearing Susans demand, leaned forward and released another ear piercing scream. Adam stumbled back while covering his ears from the sound. If Susan demand didnt jar him awake, the shapes eerie scream did. He found himself jarred even more when he stumbled back and fell on the concrete slab underneath him. To his surprise and satisfaction, the shape didnt move

towards him; though it didnt move back either. Seeing this, his theory that the shape was bound to the rains as if held back by invisible chains only solidified. With this somewhat significant, and quite possibly very vital observation, he determined that everyone there, everyone at the camp, heed the words of his inner voice. To obey the simple command of stay out of the rain; dont get wet. Adam stumbled his way through into the cafeteria before Susan told him to close the doors. While going back to do what was asked, the shape was no longer out there. It was no longer visible to Adam, but where it was, he couldnt see. He quickly kicked aside the bricks which held the outer doors open and reentered. The doors closed behind him. For an added comfort on behalf of his two companions inside with him, he locked the deadbolt. How is she? he asked as he approached Susan. Shell live, she answered while finishing cleaning and disinfecting the cuts on Sandys half naked body. While cleaned, Sandys cuts looked mostly superficial and all but one had stopped bleeding. She, however, had not regained what color she lost as she sat there placidly. Her eyes were open yet distant while she appeared to be elsewhere. For her sake, Adam hoped, was that she was off visiting Peter Pan in Never land. Adam watched his girlfriend work as he sat down next to them. Susan went quickly back and forth between her patient and the first aid kit, grabbing bandages, gauze, and tape when needed. From the piece of plaster that was on the back of the box next to him, Adam assumed Susan simply tore it from the wall rather than mess around with its contents by another means. His eyes shifted to where the first aid kit was originally placed. There, on the wall near the door leading to the kitchen, seemed to be a chunk missing thus confirming what he surmised. I thought you got hurt out there, Susan softly commented without looking away from Sandy. What took you so long? Adam sighed. Just visiting with our friend, he stated while flicking a thumb over his shoulder towards the door behind him. Did he have anything to say worth repeating? Im not sure yet. Was that screaming we heard coming from that thing? Yes, it was.

Susan shuddered. It was eerie. Sandy nearly freaked when she heard it. I had a hard time calming her. That thing we saw out there, is it the same thing you saw earlier? Yes, both times, he confirmed. And by the look of it, its the same thing that Sandy saw as well. If that thing did to Pete what she said it did, why did it leave you alone when you were out there? Susan looked at him briefly before shifting her gaze back to Sandy. I dont think it can leave the rain. Whawhat? Susan asked dumbly while looking at him again. I dont think it can leave the rain, he repeated. I heard what you said, but I was confused by what you mean by that. With that, Adam explained what transpired when he and Davey were down at the maintenance garage. He described everything from the shapes shape being outlined by the rain when it was coming down the service drive, to how its feet crushed the rocks beneath it. He told her about the shape being in the rain mere feet from Davey when he opened the bay door after he jumped started the van. That the shape was there, but just close enough to still be covered by the rain. The moment when it briefly went under the overhand, he mentioned the fuzziness of it and how it seemed to break up. Susan seemed interested in the part when Adam drove the van through it and nothing happened. He proceeded to tell her about those few minutes he was alone outside with the shape. From how the tail swished absently on the wet grass, him throwing the rock through it, the eerie glow of its eyes, and the booming sound from the lake. And, like outside the garage, it only approached as close as the rain was to him. And you know the funny thing about this whole ordeal? he asked while looking at her. She shrugged as she looked back. The funny thing is that in all of the stories Ive heard about this rain monster, none of them take place inside. In all of them, everything takes place outside. He paused momentarily while biting his lower lip. So, if this thing out there is this mythical rain monster of ours, then we may be safe if we all stayed inside. Then what? Susan asked. Wait for it to stop raining? Well, yeah. Just wait for the rain to blow over. And what if it doesnt blow over, what then? He sighed again. I dont know. Id rather not find out either. They sat in silence as Susan finished up with Sandy. She took the shirt that Adam had brought in and, like a mother dressing her child, put the shirt on Sandy. The only other sounds apparent were the

storm outside and the rhythmatic hum of the generator. As the sound of the generator filled his mind, he remembered the lights in the kitchen being on. He rose from his seat to investigate. Where are you going? Susan asked. The kitchen, he told her. The lights were on when we came in. I just wanted to check it out. He smiled to himself when he heard her start humming My Way from the late, great Frank Sinatra as he turned to walk to the kitchen. He was amazed at her ability to be able to tune out almost everything around her at will to focus on whatever task she had at hand. The kitchen, as seen previously, had its lights on. The screen door to the right, which led outside, opened and closed repeatedly as it banged against its wooden frame. On the stove a big, full pot simmered on low. The cafeteria staff would use whatever leftovers they had for whatever stock they wanted. By the smell and color of the pots contents, what was inside was the next days beef stock. It would later be used for soups, stews, marinades, and other items. As he stood there, Adam didnt see anything that would be just cause for the lights to be on. Nothing in the kitchen raised red flags or drew his attention; nothing except for the banging back door. Evidently someone had been there before they had gotten there. While walking over to lock the door, he noticed the floor by it was dry. Obviously no one had come in out of the rain. No response came from outside when he called into the blackness. After waiting a minute or so, he closed and latched the door and returned where his female companions were. Susan was finishing put the first aid contents back inside its kit. Almost done, she said as Sandy sat silently next to her. Anything back there? No. Kitchens empty, Adam replied while walking over to them before sitting down on the side next to his girlfriend that Sandy wasnt on. He found himself rubbing her hip almost as an insurance to know if she was real or not. She looked down and smiled at him. But, the outer screen door was unlocked and banging around. It looks like someone was here and left. Other than that, I didnt see anything. You think whoever was there might have left when we arrived? Adam nodded. Or before. Why would they have left the lights on in or the back door open? Maybe they were coming back? Susan suggested before her brow creased with an idea. Or, maybe theyre still here. I thought of that, but the floor by the back door wasnt wet. If someone entered, there would at least be footprints. Maybe the floor dried. Maybe they are still here, but maybe theyre hiding. Maybe theyre hiding somewhere else.

They looked at each other in silence before Susan looked at Sandy. Sandy, were all done sweetie, she softly said while buttoning up some buttons that were overlooked. Are we going home now? she asked softly like a child, but her gaze never shifted from that of her lap. Soon, very soon. Now, if you excuse me for a moment, I have to go talk to Adam for a bit. Will you be ok? Upon hearing this, Sandy looked sharply at her as her hollow eyes widened with fear, her mouth dropped, and her head shook. What color she vaguely had on her face was gone now. No! Please dont go! She stated while quickly grabbing Susans arm. By Susans expression, she was not expecting this sudden movement on Sandys part, but, also, the pressure of the grip was more than firm. It almost seemed to hurt her. Its ok, honey, she reassured her while losing the grip and taking her hand in hers. Were going into the kitchen to make something to eat. Will you be ok by yourself for a minute or so out here? Cant I come with you two? she begged with pleading eyes. Susan looked at her before responding. Ok, if you want too. Sandy quietly nodded her head while slowly getting to her feet and followed the couple to the kitchen. When they entered, Adam went over and turned on the fryer. In case if we want to use this, itll be a few minutes before its hot enough to use. Susan nodded. So, what do we do now? Well, he said while grunting as he stood up. I still wanted to go to the office and see if we could use the radio they have there. What about the cell phones? Susan injected. What cell phones? Susan explained, The phones that the workers here use. Im surprised you havent seen them use them. I have, but I never gave it a second thought. I always assumed it was the phones were theirs. That explains why you didnt get the one from the maintenance garage. I was sorta surprised when you didnt come back with it. I wasnt aware they had one. Thanks for telling me about it. Youre welcome. Susan smiled.

He returned the smile before walking over to the screen door and looked out. He found it to still be dark and raining outside. He sighed again. He sighed at the possibilities that lay before him. He also sighed with the fear of what could be his future once he walked out that door in front of him while attempting to get help. What to do? What to do? he thought to himself before turning around to face inside. He put his hands on his hips while looking at his girlfriend. Should I go over and tell Dresden of whats been going on? She thought for a moment while looking down at the floor. If you could, try and find the cell phone in the office first, she responded while raising her head up to look at him. I overheard some of the people here joking about how he wanted his number programmed into all the camps cell phones as the number one entry. If thats true, and if the office has its phones charging somewhere, then his number should be programmed into it. You can call him first. With any luck, you wouldnt have to walk all the way over to his cabin. That sounds like a plan. Do you know where they usually keep these cell phones? Usually theyre kept right on the desk. Adam nodded when he heard this. Is there a good way to get in there? Try the front door, she replied with a shrug. What if its locked? It usually isnt, but if it is, Im sure youll find another way in. She shrugged again. You have a good imagination and I know you know how to use it. She giggled briefly with a smile. She then made her way over to him. Once there by him, Susan wrapped her arms tightly around him, buried her face in his chest and sighed heavily. He embraced her for a moment before pulling back to kiss her forehead. I should get going, he stated with a forced smile. She didnt let go of him. Not yet, she said before pulling him close and embraced him again. She kept this position for several more seconds before releasing him and took a couple of steps back. She raised her hands to her face while wiping the tears away from her eyes. Are you crying? Adam joked with a smile. I just got something in my eye, she quickly retorted while refusing to look at him. She kept her gaze, as well as her face, hidden behind her hands. He laughed while walking to her. Yeah, sure you did. He took hold of her hands with his and pulled them from her face. Streams of tears streaked her cheeks as she still refused to look at him. Her eyes were closes and her head lowered. He took both of her hands in his left hand, and used his right

hand to raise her head up. Look at me, he requested softly. He soon repeated the request. Please, look at me. She resisted at first, but eventually opened her eyes and looked at him. Her eyes were getting puffy and swollen as tears lined the lids much the same way as they did her cheeks. Adam used his right hand to wipe what tears he could from her face. He smiled before asking, What in the world did you get in your eyes to have them water like this? She scrunched her eyes while clenching her jaw. Dont make fun of me, she warned with evil eyes. He chuckled softly. I wouldnt dream of it. And dont patronize me, she quickly added. I hate bein patronized. Again, I wouldnt dream of it. He looked at her for a moment before smiling. He let go of her hand and used both hands to finish wiping the tears from her face. You should go before I change my mind, she softly told him. Yeah, maybe I should, he replied but without breaking eye contact. He leaned in, hissed her forehead again, and pulled back to look at her once more. Ill be back soon. Youd better, she warned with a hard look, or Ill kill you myself. She tried the best she could to keep the hard look upon her face, but, to no avail, she couldnt. She soon smiled. Adam always found it amusing when she tried to threaten him and act tough. She could never maintain it for very long. She always faltered soon after trying. He laughed softly before quickly stopping when he saw the look she gave him. He replaced the laugh with a smile. Ill see you soon, he told her before kissing her again. She didnt reply, nor did she say anything when he let her go and turned to go. She didnt say anything once he walked through the screen door, or when he vanished from sight. Even though her mouth and tongue remained silent, her mind was telling her all the things she wanted to say to him. And, above all, she wanted to tell him she loved him.

Chapter 10 Damn! Adam thought to himself when he found the front door to the office building locked. Damn, damn! He was surprised to find that it wouldnt open. The office building was never locked; never had been for as long as he had worked there. On top of that, the doorknob moved as if it was unlocked, but the door remained stubbornly closed. As he stood there on the step of the building, under the tiny overhand above him and in the piss-yellow glow from the emergency light, he debated what to do. He didnt want to actually break-in, but under the situation, he needed to get help. He felt safe at the moment, sensing that the shape wasnt in the vicinity. He looked around and from what his eyes told him of the surrounding night, the shape wasnt in the immediate area. The only thing he saw was the night itself, the rain, and the occasional emergency light on. His ears, heard only the rain, but, on occasion, heard the booming of the Seneca Lake Drums. Adams gaze shifted toward Dresdens cabin. It was dark like everything else around him. However, there could be some candles lit or a flashlight on from within that he couldnt see. Dresden, on the other hand, might not even be home. He briefly debated running there to see whether or not the director was there, but that idea was quickly dismissed. He didnt want to risk his own life at the moment to see Dresden; he was risking his life for any outside communication to get help for not only Sandy, but for the campers as well. And, with any luck, this outside communication lay inside the building next to him. As he turned and tried to open the buildings door, once again getting the same response, he signed. Shit! While standing there figuring out how he could get into the building, his eyes picked up something along the doors edges he didnt see before. He leaned forward to get a better look. There, along all four sides, was a thick, hard, opaque substance that previously went unnoticed. Not only was it on the door, but it seemed to be meshed into the doorframe as well. Adam looked at it to determine what it was before raising a hand to feel it. He found himself jerking it back soon after touching it. What thehe said while rubbing his fingers together. He found, after touching that stuff, that his fingers were close. He touched the stuff again, and, upon closer observation, found that it was ice. The thick, hard, opaque substance that held the door firmly closed within its frame was ice. There was no mistaking it. How in the hell did this much ice get around the entire door? Adam asked himself. He waited for his answer to arrive but fear was all that he got.

He stood staring at the ice, which no doubt would be there awhile, before going to walk around the building. All the windows on the first floor had the same effect as did the door. They were all frozen shut. The few windows on that the second floor had were in a position that would temporarily be impossible for him to get to. Even the buildings back door was frozen shut. The answer, he feared, came while looking into the night around him. Adam shook his head. The shape did this, he said out loud. As he thought on why, he soon realized the answer. It knew, he replied to his unasked question. It knew we would try to get in. Its preventing us from getting help; or at least to delay us. He laughed with the realization and new found respect he had for the shape. That is good, he thought to himself with a chuckle. I wonder how the hell it was able to make ice. Is it able to do it? With this, he quickly thought that if it was able to make ice, then it would be able to throw it. And, if that was the case, then we might not be as safe inside as I had thought, he said out loud. Shit! Adam sighed heavily. His breathe left him while he slumped forward. He hoped they werent in as much trouble as he felt they were. At that, he went to a nearby corner window, picked up two rocks near the buildings foundation, and threw one through it. He used the other to clear all the glass from the frame and dropped it. He looked around quickly, and, while not seeing anything, lifted himself up and through the window. His eyes soon adjusted to the inner dark of the building. He walked to the front door and found that the ice had frozen all the way through from the outside. Why, Ill be, he said to himself while he ran his hand over the ice that lined the inner part of the door where it met the frame. He soon turned inwards and went further in. A stairwell to the right of the main door led up to Dresdens office. Ahead of him, in the back right hand corner was a bookshelf which was lined with a variety of books dealing with activities the camp offered; archery, canoeing, hiking, backpacking, and tree identification were but a few. In another corner, there was an out dated computer and type writer. The fourth corner was the window broke to get in. And, against most of the walls were several tables which were cluttered with enough paperwork to start a mini-mountain. Adam laughed as he thought of all the work that could get done apparently wasnt getting done. In the middle of the wall to the right of the door was a desk for the camps secretary, Monica. On the desk were two cell phones plugged in in a vain attempt to charge, and, next to them, a CB radio. Adam unplugged and unhooked all three. After this, he grabbed one of the cell phones and scrolled through the numbers it had saved in its memory. He dialed Dresdens number, which was the first entry, and heard it ring several times before he hung up. He tried again, and when the phone was on the third ring, the call ended abruptly.

What the hell? he asked while looking down to the phones screen. It told him the phone had no service. Theres a cell phone tower on one of the nearby hills. How the hell is there no service? He tried the call again and when he was told there again was no service, he turned it off and pocketed it. He then pocketed the other cell phone before bending over to get all of the CB radio that he needed. After he had the base unit, the cords, and the microphone, he walked back to the window with his arms wrapped around what he hoped would be their ticket out of there. Almost to the window he entered from, Adam froze a few feet from it. What he saw through it made him not go any further. There, three feet beyond the shattered remains of his way out, was the shape. It stood there as, swaying back and forth, as it anticipated the kill. The more he stared at the unknown figure, the more it rocked like a pendulum. He felt the fear and anxiety build up inside him. He couldnt help feeling trapped. He had what was their savor wrapped up in his arms and in his pocket, but it would be useless, pointless really, for as long as that shape was there not seven feet in front of him. Even though this was the risk Adam accepted when he came out for them, he was somewhat hopeful that he wouldnt see the shape during his travels. As he stood there thinking, the shape took a step towards the window and smiled an eerie, creepy smile. The rain, as before, dripped off its teeth. It gave Adam the false impression that it was clear blood. Though he knew it was water, he couldnt shake the image of the blood covered teeth and muzzle before him. While anticipating another ear shattering scream from it, he was spooked when he heard it speak three simple words to him. I see you the shape stated in a macabre tone. Its eyes, as before, reddened after saying those small words. Before Adam knew what was happening, he heard voices coming outside from the quad. He felt the blood draining from his face when he realized the voices he was hearing was coming from the various campers that Adam and Susan had left in the lodge earlier, and, from what it sounded like, they seemed to playing some game as they ramped around in the rain. What the hell are those kids doing? he thought to himself. It wasnt until after the shape looked towards the voices and slowly turned its head back did Adam get really scared. He was terrified because he knew there was nothing he could do to save the campers should the shape chose to do anything. It didnt help him any when the shape lowered its head and smiled a menacing smile while its eyes turned a darker crimson. Dont, Adam told it softly. Dont go after them, please. The creature only smiled its response. The life went out of Adam as fear took hold of a deeper place inside him. Please, leave them alone, he begged. Theyre only children. Do you understand? Just children.

But it was too late. The screams, cries, and pleas of the campers being torn to shreds soon reached his ears. Whatever horrific tortures that the shape was doing, Adam wished no more of it. The first few screams were the hardest for Adam to listen to. But, after awhile, the screams died with the rest of the campers. Knowing he couldnt help them in anyway, Adam used this time to climb out the window and high tail it back to the cafeteria. He went back through the screen door which he left out of and latched it shut. He stood in the middle of the kitchen and looked at the door. He shivered as he relived the screams he heard as they echoed in his head. Though being chilled to the bone, he wasnt sure if it was from being soaked by the rain or from what he just experienced. He soon heard footsteps coming from behind him before the door to the dining room opened. What happened out there? Susan asked as she entered behind him. What were all those screams? Adam couldnt answer. He dared not speak the horrors that happened minutes earlier. Adam! What happened? she demanded. While slowly turning his head to look at her, all he said was, Theyre dead. Whos dead? The campers. Thats what those screams were. Her face paled. All of them? I dont know. How? They left the lodge. It sounded like they were playing in the rain when the shape attacked them. Are you sure it was that rain thing that attacked them? she asked. He nodded slowly. We were staring at each other when I was in the office; it was in the rain and I was in the office. I couldnt do anything to help them. As soon as that thing heard them, he disappeared into the rain. Next thing I knew, they were screaming for their lives. How many? Do you know how many of them? A lot it sounded like, but I dont know. It didnt sound like all of them though. There was a long, drawn out silence between them as they stared at each other.

The only thing we can do now is call for help, Susan said while looking at the radio still wrapped in Adams arms before pointing to a nearby prep table. Why dont you put it hear so we can hook it up. Did you get everything for it? He nodded while doing what was asked of him. And I got two cell phones as well. Did you try calling Dresden? Tried but it looks like we dont have any service, he told her while pulling both phones out of his front pocket. No service? The tower is right over there, she stated while pointing in the direction of the cell phone tower. Thats what its telling me. He picked up a phone and turned it one. After powering up, it stated that service was still not available. She sighed. Were screwed then. Arent we? I sure hope not, Adam replied while attempting to hook up the radio. As he looked around, he asked, Where the hell there an outlet for this? She found one against a nearby wall. He moved the prep table that the radio was on in order to plug it in. They each helped each other setting it up before they flipped the power button to on. Is there some sort of standard emergency channel that we can use? he asked. Beats me. Cant we just go through the channels, or whatever it has, until we hear people talking then call for help? After a couple of tries using her recommendation, they were notified, quite rudely in fact, that channel nine was the emergency broadcast channel and to use that. That idiot sounded like a freaking hillbilly, Susan commented. Probably was, agreed Adam while switching to channel nine. He raised the microphone to his mouth and pushed its button in. Mayday, mayday. I have an emergency here. Is there anyone out there to receive this? He repeated the message when no one responded. A voice soon came out of the static. This is Officer Smith of the New York State Police. What is your emergency? Yes, I am Adam Styles and Im a counselor here at Camp Outdoors which is located just outside Dresden, he informed the trooper. We have a situation here thats going to need medical attention as well as police attention.

There was a momentary pause before Officer Smith replied back. Where did you say you where from? Camp Outdoors, just outside of Dresden. Is this some sort of joke? Smiths voice asked through the static. No Officer, Im afraid it isnt, Adam told him. We really need help here as soon as possible. How soon can we expect some? There was another delay on Officer Smiths reply. What emergency do you have? We have, um, someone here at the camp raising trouble, he said, choosing his words carefully. Unfortunately, several campers and at least one counselor have been killed, and another woman has been cut up really bad. Let me guess, Smith said with a note of skeptisism. This wouldnt be, by any chance, that mysterious rain monster that you guys claim to have? Does that matter? Adam shot back. We really need help. How soon can we expect it? No response. Officer Smith? How soon can we expect help? Who did you say you were? the voice asked. Adam Styles. What if I told you to get off the air waves? What if I told you to leave this channel open for real emergencies? I would have to say I would keep pestering you until someone came here to answer our call for help, Adam told him hotly. He felt his anger growing inside himself. Ill see what I can do, Smith told him without saying anything more. But what about help? Adam pressed. How soon can we expect it? Smith just repeated his last comment. Ill see what I can do. But how long? No answer came except that of static. After a moment or two, Susan asked, Whats that mean? What did he mean by that? It means were on our own for the time being.

They cant do that, can they? I dont know, but they are whether we like it or not. What do we do now? She asked. For the first time, she visually seemed to be shaken. Adam embraced her in a hug while saying, We stay put and wait. Why dont we drive outta here? she asked. We have the van right outside. He looked at her while contemplating the idea. We get in the van, drive over and get what campers are left, and get the hell outta here. I guess we have no choice at the moment, do we? he asked. What if Sandy resists going back outside? If we leave her, shell be as good as dead. Well make her if we have to. Adam honestly could see her point of view, but was having doubts. He was afraid of the scene she would cause for the campers. What if she acts all crazy with the campers? Even though shes in shock, I dont like the idea of her scaring the campers any more then they have to be. Also, theres something else I didnt tell you that has me worried a little bit. Really? she asked while eyeing him suspiciously. Whats that? With this, he went on to tell her about the ice around the doors and windows, and how he had to break a window to climb in. So, if this friend of ours did that, whos to say that it make ice and throw at us, you know, like spears or something? What other choice do we have? Just sit and wait? she asked. This way, if we leave, we can actually go get some help rather than waiting on it. He thought about it before nodding. He knew she was right. Alright, lets do it. And, without realizing it, he handed her one of the cell phones. Here, take this just in case. They soon left the kitchen as they entered the dining room. Sandy was in the same seat when Adam left for the phones and radio. It was easy to get her up on her feet and lead her to the front doors of the cafeteria, but it was another matter trying to get her to leave. Cmon hon, were going home now, Susan told her as Sandy resisted going outside. No, Im not going out there. Please dont make me, she pleaded. But its time to go home now, Adam reassured her. No, its still out there! Im not going out there with it out there. Sandy fought like her life depended on it. But, in a sense, it did and Adam and Susan didnt hold it against her.

But, before they knew it, Adam quickly put a well placed punch directly on Sandys chin. The hysterical counselor immediately went quite as her eyes rolled back in her head. While she slumped and began to fall, Adam caught her unconscious body and picked her up in his arms. He didnt even bother to look at Susan while carrying her the remaining distance to the doors. Now we can go, he simply stated while walking through them and stopping on the outer concrete slab. I cant believe you did that, Susan complained from behind him before helping him but Sandy into the back seat of the van. They were about halfway to the lodge when Susan gasped and pointed to something out on the quad. Adam followed her hand and at first, he didnt see anything. Then, with a little effort, his eyes began to see. Before he could actually make out what they were looking at, he knew that they were seeing the bodies of the now deceased campers. Dont look, he softly said. You may not like what youll see. Thats not them is it? she asked in a saddened tone. fraid so. While driving past them, Susan started crying. Theres so many of them. Why did they do outside? Didnt we tell them to stay inside? Indeed they had told them to stay inside, and indeed there were quite a few. Adam counted at least a dozen dead campers around them. Then, when he was backing the van up to the lodges door, he asked, What should we tell them about the campers out there? Susan thought briefly. For the moment, lets not say anything. If they ask, then maybe we tell them, but lets not go into any details if they do. That sounds good to me, he said while putting the van in park and climbing over the back two seats. The back doors were opened while he and Susan were out banging on the door. Guys, its us. Its Adam and Susan. Will you open the door? There came a voice from inside the lodge which asked, How do we know its you and not that thing out there? Look out the window, Adam told the voice. Youll see its us and we have the van to get you out of here. You might try and attack us when we look, the voice, which sounded like Doug, stated. Just like you did before.

Upon hearing this, Adam was more worried than he had been all night while looking at Susan. Her face said the same thing as his inner thoughts. Thats true, I could be that creature and am trying to trick you, Adam said while going to the window next to the door. He knocked on its glass to get the campers attention before waving to them. From where he was, he noticed the place inside like a war zone. It was disorganized. Furniture had been moved and bookshelves were turned over. Books, games, and puzzles were scattered on the floor. Near the back, Adam noticed a broken window; its glass lay on the rug under it. The window obviously was broken from the outside. And next to the glass laid a male camper who appeared to be dead. He couldnt tell who it was from the angle he was at, but there was no mistaking the person laying there. When Dougie saw Adam at the window, he jumped from surprise before smile. He soon unlocked and opened the door. He embraces Adam once they were inside and started crying. Adam held the grieving child the best he could while taking a better look around the lodge. There was only about half as many campers that remained alive. Susan entered at this point before stopping in her tracks. What happened in here? Adam asked somberly. That thing, he was at the back window. Dougie finally pulled his head away from Adam while pointing to the broken window behind him. It was knocking on it, wanting us to let it in. It wanted to come inside? Adam inquired with a confused looked; surprised to hear this, thinking that his assumption of the shape being confined to the rain was wrong. Dougie nodded. Thats what it asked. What happened then? I didnt want to, let it in that is. I knew what it was. I knew it was that thing I saw with you. Some believed me, some didnt. Michael was one of those that didnt, Dougie continued while pointing to the dead camper by the window. As Adam looked, he found he was able to get a better view of the body. He now saw that it was Michael who had been killed. Somehow, he wasnt surprised. Was he trying to prove that there wasnt really this rain monster out there? he asked. All Dougie could do was nod as tears soaked his eyes. I told him not to go by the window, I just told him, but he wouldnt listen. He said, Theres no such thing as monsters. So, he went over to open the window, and thats when it happened. Adam pressed again. What happened? Thats when the window broke and Michael was killed.

With that, Adam let go of the grieving camper before walking over to Michaels body. He bent over and examined him. How was he killed? Dougie wiped his eyes and cleared his throat before responding. The monster threw something threw the window. I think that was what killed him. As Adam rolled Michael over exam him better, he found the campers shirt soaked in blood. The shirt, as well as Michaels chest and abdomen, had puncture marks, but nothing in him to have made the holes. Did any of you remove anything out of him? Or is he exactly the way as when he was killed? Dougie shook his head. We didnt do anything to him. Adam continued to examine the holes in Michael. It was evident he was essentially stabbed to death, but stabbed by what? The other campers hadnt done anything to him, so suffice to say, the murder weapon should still be there, but it wasnt. Michaels face and neck had some lacerations, but they were probably from the window. He then looked at the broken glass on the floor around them, thinking that the glass may have been the cause of death, but upon further observations, none of the glass shards were big enough to cause the damage that he saw. Then, for some reason, Adam thought of the front door and windows to the office building before asking, Was it ice? Dougie looked at him blankly, as well as most of the other campers left in the lodge. Huh? What? he asked. Ice. Was that what was thrown through the window and killed Michael? Dougs expression went from being blank to that of surprise. Hows you now that? Lucky guess, Adam lied while looking at Susan. But, at any time, did that thing ever come inside? Or did it remain out there in the rain? It didnt come in. It stayed outside, Dougie told him. Are you sure? Adam insisted. This is important. Does anyone here know if that thing came inside at all? Everyone confirmed what Dougie had already said. The shape stayed outside in the rain. Adam, once hearing this, thought for a moment before standing up. Alright, heres what were going to do. Were all going to climb in the van outside and were going to get out of here. Hows that sound? That seemed to sound more than fine with the campers, who all seemed eager to get out of there. But what of the other campers? Christie asked from the back.

What about them? We cant just leave them here. Where are they? Adam asked her, even though he and Susan already knew the answer. They left after Michael was killed, Christie informed him. They went out to get you. Susan quickly injected before this line of questioning continued any further than need be. They, um, are safe in one of the buildings. Well come back for them after we get all of you out of here. Now, without further ado, we need to get all of you into the van outside. We dont have much time and we want to get out of here as soon as possible. So, lets get a move on. Lets go. Surprisingly, all fifteen people, the twelve campers and three counselors, all fit in the van, though it was a tight fit. Susan had requested that Adam drive as far around the fallen campers in the quad so the ones that still lived would see them. He quickly agreed. As they were pulling away from the lodge, one of the campers asked, Whats wrong with her? while acknowledging Sandy. Shes sleeping at the moment, Susan answered. Try not to wake her. Shes been through a lot. As Adam drove them towards the service drive, the drive that was the only way in and out of the camp at the moment, he was able to completely avoiding a good, clear view of the quad. Were you guys able to call for help? Dougie asked. Adam answered through gritted teeth with, Yes, yes we did. Shouldnt we stay and wait for them? They said that with the weather, itll be a little while before they could get here, Adam lied. They told us to get you guys out of here. As they continued to drive alone the service drive towards the exit, Adam found himself being able to loosen up a little and not be as tense. He sighed with relief while looking at Susan. She smiled at him with a brief nod of the head. The drive was about a mile long through the woods as it came out on the main road leading on into the town of Dresden. With any luck, theyd be there within twenty minutes. Their luck, however, proved to be premature. About halfway down the drive, a number of trees had toppled over and completely blocked their way out. Adam slowed before stopping completely about fifteen feet from the barricade. He slumped over the wheel before coasting a little closer to the downed trees. He felt the life, and breath, go out of

him while thinking, Were trapped. We couldnt safely get out withoutwithout... He found that he couldnt even finish his thought. What do we do know? Susan quietly asked from the front passenger seat. He sighed. I dont know. Is there any other way out of here? What about the dock? she asked. Do they have any boats we could use? Possible, if we could get them started, he answered. But none of them have an area thats big enough for all of us and enclosed at the same time. Then, as they sat there debating what to do, a movement came from the trees in front of them. Out of the downed maples, oaks, and spruce materialized the shape. It stood, hunched and swaying, as it stared at them in the beams of the vans headlights. It anxiously swayed a little faster as a smile came to its face. Im waiting, it hissed at them in an eerie, inhuman voice. Go, Susan told Adam. Get us out of here. As he jerked the van in reverse and stepped on the gas, several campers screamed in fear as they finally saw the shape before them; many of them for the first time. Adam drove in reverse all the way up the drive the best he could. When an opportunity presented itself, he did a quick and sudden three-point turn. While he was pulling ahead to go back the way they came, he looked down the drive towards town. There, in the glow of the vans brake lights, the shape was keeping up with them, running in the rain towards them. Once he had the van straightened out and facing the camp, he stepped on the gas and quickly took off again. When Susan glanced over to him, she noticed him looking occasionally in the rear-view mirror. Is it still behind us? It is. He nodded. Its keeping up with us. Is he gaining? She asked before Adam shook his head. Good. The more distance we have between us the better. No, its not that, he told her. Hes playing with us. What do you mean? I mean just that, Hes playing with us. I think he could easily catch us if we wanted to, but is choosing not to.

They soon rounded a curve back to the maintenance garage. As the van straightened out in conjunction to the straightening road, Adam checked the mirror again. The shape looked like it was forming something in its right hand before proceeding to throw it at them. Hang on! Its going to throw something at Before he could finish warning them, they felt the back two tires blow out. There were two loud bangs while the van swayed violently back and forth. The van almost tipped over, but luckily did not. There was now a constant thump-thump when the van moved. Dont stop, Susan said. Whatever you do, dont stop! I wasnt planning on it. Adam joked while stepping on the gas. The van shot ahead the best it could while the thump-thump sounds got louder. They past the garage and boat dock the best they could as they continued to drive back onto the quad. As they drove to the cafeteria, the vans headlights highlighted the deceased campers ahead of them. There was a wave of terror from the still alive campers when they saw this. A lot of crying started at this moment. I thought you said they were all ok? Christie demanded while glaring at Susan. There was an uncomfortable silence as Susan looked at her accuser as she was unable to answer. Adam knew full well what was going through his girlfriends mind, for it was going through his as well. He was glad he wasnt put on the spot as Susan had, yet he felt guilty for being selfish and wished he was blamed for it rather than her. While seeing the mixed emotions on Susans face, including fear, horror, sorrow, and helplessness, Christie asked, Why didnt you tell us? The young camper started crying heavily, which prompted some around her to follow her lead. This, mixed with the vans thump-thump, thump-thump started getting to Adam. He wanted to get everyone out of the van before his own tension and frustration got the best of him. Were here was all he could say as he backed the van up to the front slab of the cafeteria. He put it in park, undid his seatbelt, and turned towards the campers. Listen up all of you! he told them firmly while waiting for them to listen. Were going out the back doors and into the cafeteria. Well be doing this as organized, as quietly, and as quickly as we can. Do we all understand what I just said? No one replied. All the campers did was jump over their seats while making their way to the back doors in a very chaotic fashion. Wait! Adam commanded, which seemed to halt the campers exodus. I said we go out organized and quietly! Do not be pushing your peers aside. Take it easy and respect the person next to you. Dont be afraid to help them out!

This time, the campers obeyed him as they exited the van in a more organized fashion before quickly entering the cafeteria. When they were all inside, Adam put a hand on Susans arm and said, Wait a minute. We have to get inside, she urgently expressed. What are you waiting on? Without answering, he leaned in and kissed her fully on her lips. She was surprised at first by that, but after a moment, she returned it. What was that for? she asked after the kiss was over. Just in case, he answered while looking at her. I just wanted to make sure I got to do that at least once more before, you know. Dont talk like that. Well do that and more soon enough. She smiled at him while putting a hand on one of his cheeks. But, in the meantime, grab Sandy and lets get our asses inside. Alright?! Adam smiled as his Asian beauty exited the van and helped him with Sandy. They entered the cafeteria, with Sandy in hand, a few moments later. They gently put her on one of the tables as Adam bent over and tried waking her. As she stirred, he gently moved her to a nearby chair. Easy now, he softly whispered. As he watched her lift her head, her eyes opened slightly and tried to focus on him. A bruise was forming on her jaw where Adam had hit her. Hey Sandy, hows it going? She fumbled absently with her words before something coherent came from her lips. Where where? Were in the cafeteria, Adam answered softly while putting two fingers on her throat to check her pulse. Satisfied, he said, Were safe now. Theres nothing to worry about.

Chapter 11 Any luck on the radio? Susan asked when Adam came from the kitchen. He shook his head. I got the same response as before. Any luck with the cell phone? I havent checked. She removed her cell phone from her pocket and opened it up before smiling. Weve got service! Great! Its about time, he replied with frustration while taking out his own phone and looking at it. Ive got service as well. Want me to try Dresden or the police first? Try Dresden. Ill try the police, she told him. After hearing that, Adam selected Dresdens phone number and dialed it. It was answered on the third ring. Dresden, its Adam. Where are you? Im in my cabin, he retorted. Stay there for the time being. Im coming over to get you, Adam told him. Whawhat are you talking about youre coming to get me? I mean just that. Ill see you in a few minutes. Does this have anything to do with the police calling me a few minutes ago? Dresden inquired. His voice remained as calm and neutral as it was before. Adam, not knowing what Dresden already knew, assumed he only knew what the police told him and played with that. That all depends on what they told you. Youve no idea why they called me? I do have a few guesses, Adam admitted, but nothing concrete. Where are you now? his boss asked. Were in the cafeteria. Dresden paused. We? Who are we? Those who are left. Ill see you soon to explain. With that, Adam hung up before there was a reply. After pocketing the phone, he noticed Susan had just wrapped up her call. Any luck with the police? She pursued her lips while contemplating the answer. Some. Well, better luck than you had, but not much. What happened?

They said theyll try and send someone here when they can, but theyre spread pretty thin at the moment, Susan told him. There appears to be some flooding in town that doesnt seem to want to stop anytime soon. There also has been some trouble in town that needed their attention. What sort of trouble? They didnt say. She shrugged her shoulders. I didnt ask. So, as for now, we wait until they show up. Adam sighed while looking uncomfortably at her. We might not make it. Silence fell over the cafeteria as they looked at each other. The dozen or so campers that were there were scared, which was to be expected. Sandy was still a little groggy, but appeared to be as she was before. Satisfied with what he saw, Adam walked to Susan, hugged her, and said, Ill be right back. Im going to go pick up Dresden. Is that a wise idea? Probably not, but he is still in charge here and he needs to know whats going on here, he answered before kissing her. Ill be back; I promise. Ill hold you to that, she threatened before pinching his nose with a smile. I love you. I love you too. He returned her smile. Oh, the stove and fryers are still on. Want me to turn them off before I leave? Nah, thats alright, she said. I might as well make something to eat for us; I am getting a little hungry. It might also help Sandy to have some food in her system. Adam simply nodded before walking towards the door. Within a couple of minutes of leaving the cafeteria, Adam parked the van so the front passenger door faced Dresdens cabin before honking the horn twice. There was glow of a candle inside and no other movement. He was about to honk again when Dresden looked out the window at him, who seemed surprised to see him there with the van. He soon emerged from his cabin and climbed into the van next to Adam. Adam, Dresden said with a note of authority in his voice. This had better have one hell of an explanation for whats going on. You know I dont like being disturbed this late at night without a good reason. Dresden, there is nothing I can say that will make you believe a single word I have to say, Adam told him, whose eyes seemed to be drilling a hole through his head. Because of this, theres something Id like to show you.

What is it? Youll see it soon enough, Adam told him as he put the van in drive and drove off. He chose to take the long way through the quad on the way back to the cafeteria; hoping that by seeing the dead campers would make his superior more susceptible to hearing what he had to say. Both remained silent after what seemed to be eternity. Adam wasnt sure if Dresden saw the outlines of the bodies that were beginning to be outlined by the vans headlights. Soon, he sensed Dresden stiffen before he leaned forward. What the hell? Dresden asked while finally seeing the bodies. Are they what I think they are? I wouldnt presume to guess what you think they are, was all Adam said before slowing down and stopping a little ways from the bodies while the lights did a good job illuminating them in the rain. Did you do this to them? Dresden accused while turning to glare at him. Adam shook his head. No. It wasnt me. Sandy tells us that Pete, or whats left of him, is down by the dock. Who did this to them? With the look that Dresden had and the sound of his voice, he seemed to have climbed down several pegs of his tall latter and was roughly on the same level as Adam. What happened? Are there any of them left? Lets go to the cafeteria, Adam told him mildly. Hopefully youll have all of your questions answered. Dresden nodded as Adam eased of the brake and got the van rolling. They soon stopped outside the cafeteria without incident or any sightings of the shape, and quickly entered. Upon entry, the aroma of cooking food was evident as it made its way from the back kitchen. Susan was cooking at the stove with her back to the door. When they entered, she turned her head towards them and smiled. Hi! You kept your promise. Yep was all Adam said while approaching. He put his hands on her waist before kissing her neck a number of times. Is that you that smells good or the food youre making? She smiled. You implying that its not? Maybe it is, he told her before hissing her once more. Dresdens here. He saw the bodies outside. She simply nodded while breaking her hold on Adam and faced the rather lanky director. So, Dresden, what are we going to do?

First off, you need to tell me just what in the hell happened here! he demanded. His anger seemed to be getting the better of him, though they werent sure if he was really as upset as he acted, or if he was playing the part up a little. All three stood looking at each other before any of them answered. Susan, why dont you tell him? Adam suggested. He may not believe me. Why wouldnt I believe you? inquired Dresden. Because you might think Im telling you one of my stories. They continued to stare at each other in silence before the esteemed director knew that he was waiting on a lost cause. He turned to Susan and said, Go ahead. Tell me what happened. You wont believe it, she replied. Im sure I wont but I insist on being told. Ok, Susan said while looking up to the ceiling in hopes of getting her thoughts on the matter together. Im sure youre aware of the stories that have circulated through the camp and town the last eighty years or so. Dresden nodded slowly, his eyes now like slits as he looked closely at her. How could I forget, he replied coldly while glancing briefly at Adam. Well, Susan continued. It was obvious, by her mannerisms, that she was uncomfortable by being in the position that she was. Those stories seem to be somewhat true; or, at least one does. It appears to be happening again. She looked at Dresden in silence after saying that, hoping that would be all that was needed; no further explanation was warranted. To her dissatisfaction, she was wrong. Whats that suppose to mean?! Dresden harshly requested. It means that some of those stories dont appear to be stories, she told him. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Dresden held up his hand and took two steps towards her. His mind seemed to be running a mile a minute. Are you saying that those stories killed those kids out there? He asked while pointing to the quad. In a manner of speaking, yes. Dresdens eyes quickly flashed between the two counselors in front of him as he tried to decipher what was going on. Unable to come up with anything that satisfied him, he said, No, do not blame this on that. Tell me what really happened. She is telling you the truth, Dresden, Adam said as calm as he could.

You stay out of this. Dresdens eyes flashed with anger while they glared at him. He looked back to Susan and asked, Who killed those kids out there? At this point, when Dresden asked her that in the tone and demeanor of his, whatever emotions Susan had built up within her all came out. She wasnt able to control them as her inner wall broke. While crying, she said, I dont know. I dont know what killed them. Adam, almost on instinct, walked over to hold her. The embrace was accepted almost at once. Will one of you two start talking sense and stop speaking in riddles? Dresden shouted at them. What the hell has been going on? Adam turned his head to him and said, Dresden, it appears that our rain monster friend is back again for a visit. Upon hearing this, the tall, bearded man sputtered with his words while staggering back a step or two. Whoawhat? Is that your explanation on what the hells been going on here? Yes it is, Adam told him. I dont believe it. I told you that you wouldnt. Besides, it doesnt really matter what you believe, Dresden. The reality of the matter is that that thing is out there, Adam said while pointing to the back door. And its the one who killed those campers out there! Let me ask you something, if I may, Dresden said with a note of skepticism before Adam nodded. If there is some crazed killer here, why didnt you get yourselves and the campers out of here? Since you have the van, why are all of you still here? Dresden, the road going out of here is blocked by downed trees about half way down, Adam said with obvious frustration. Dont think we havent tried. All Dresden did was look at them through narrow eyes. Oh, I see. Adam saw the look. What? Do you know what I think happened? Nope. Havent got a clue. I think you orchestrated this whole thing, Adam, Dresden told him. I think that yo were so into these stories of yours, that you desperately wished theyd be true. And, when it looked like they might actually be some sort of falsity, you were bound and determined for them to be true no matter what! What do you have to say for yourself now?

All Adam did was stare at Dresden in silence, almost in shock from the accusation. Hed been accused of several things over his life, but never had been accused of trying to make any of his stories real. Since he didnt know what to say in his defense, he remained silent. What? Nothing to say? mocked Dresden. You have no line or lie to feed me? It doesnt matter what I say, Adam told him. You wont believe a damn thing I tell you, so theres no point in me even trying. Well just wait for the police to get here. Theyll take over once they arrive. With that, Adam noticed a hesitation in Dresden. Unable to determine what it meant, he simply asked, What? Nothing. Its, um, nothing, he quickly replied, yet not as firmly as he had been moments before. Finally retaliating what this hesitation meant, Adam asked, The police arent coming, are they? When no answer was giving, he repeated the question. Are they? Dresden shook his head. No, theyre not coming. He looked at the shocked expressions on faces of the counselors before him before continuing. When they called me, I thought it was some sort of prank. I didnt take it serious, so I told them it was a false alarm. Theyre not coming. Is there any way you can call them back? Adam asked. Im sure I could. Dresden shrugged, but other than that, continued to stand where he was. Sensing this, Adam asked, Did you bring your phone to use or did you need to use one of ours? What? he asked absently. Your cell phone. Do you have it or do you need to borrow one? I left mine in my cabin, he admitted. Ahh, Adam sighed before getting his phone from his pocket. He tried calling the police, but soon gave up. No service, again. Hey, Susan, does your phone have service at all? She checked her phone before shaking her head. No. Adam turned to look at their Killensworth. Dresden, would you mind trying the police on the radio? Channel nine? Im afraid they wont listen to Susan or me at all. If they know its you, than they might change their mind about coming. Where did you get the phones and radio from? I borrowed them from the office building, Adam told him. Now, when youre calling the police back, Susan and I will check on the counselors. Dresden, do you know how to use that? He nodded.

Thank-you, Adam said before facing his girlfriend before helping to dry her moist face. Are you ok? Ill be fine. Wanna go out with me and check on the kids? She nodded. Sure. They soon left the kitchen and went back to the dining room where the campers stayed. Like before, they were scared, but seemed calmer. Sandy seemed to be fully awake now, but still somewhat in shock. Dresden came out to join them a couple of minutes later. Any luck? Adam asked him. None was the reply. They didnt believe you? I couldnt get through. Ill try back in a few minutes. As Dresden stood there looking at the scared campers, he asked, Would you kids mind telling me what happened out there? Before anyone was able to respond, Susan quickly injected, Im sorry Dresden, but one sec please. She went to Sand and knelt down in front of her and held her hand. Sandy, I have some soup made in the kitchen. Why dont you go back and get some, ok? Youve got to keep your strength up when the police get here. Once they arrive, we can go home then. OK? She nodded slowly before getting to her feet. OK was all she said before walking to and disappearing into the kitchen. With her gone, Susan turned and explained to Dresden, She and Pete were down at the dock when it started raining. Apparently, something came out of the water, killed Pete, and attacked her. Shes still in shock a little over the ordeal. I didnt want her to hear any more than she has to. She shrugged before turning towards the campers. OK, listen up. In an orderly fashion, I want all of you to tell Mr. Killensworth what you saw tonight, and only what you saw. I know itll be hard for some of you, but please, be as open and honest as you can. Dont leave anything out and answer what questions you can. OK? With that, Dresden proceeded to go from camper to camper as he heard their stories. They told him in great detail of what they heard, saw, and experienced over the last few hours. In the end, some didnt see enough to confirm anything, or they agreed with the story Adam told Dresden in the kitchen. After hearing from each of the campers, Dresden looked at his two counselors to determine what to do next when the sound of water was heard from the kitchen. He, as well as Adam and Susan, turned to face the kitchen door.

The water they heard wasnt the sound of water coming from any of the sinks, but did seem to be coming from more than one source. While listening, the three adults looked at each other, all with an expression as if silently asking, Whats going on back there? Wheres that water coming from? when the sound of Sandy screaming shook the cafeteria. That, unlike the water, came from only one source. Her scream was that of terror, one whose life depended on it. Almost immediately, Adam and Susan reacted to what they were hearing as they bolted towards the kitchen door. Dresden didnt react as fact, but nonetheless, was only a few steps behind. They entered the kitchen to notice that the water they were hearing came from the sprinkler system that was built into the ceiling above them. In case of any fire, these were designed to put it out. However, no fire was seen nor was one there to be seen. The kitchen was fire free. When they scanned the room, all six eyes fell upon a frantic Sandy trying to defend herself against a watery shape before her. Dresden froze where he was, his eyes as big as saucers, and would have been bigger if permitted as an Oh my God! escaped from his mouth. He, like Adam and Susan, saw the shape for what it was and finally believed that the rain monster of Camp Outdoors was not a story. He finally believed that their monstrous visitor did, in fact, exist. The shape slashed and clawed Sandy as it not only reopened wounds it previously opened, but also opened new ones as well. Sandy tried in vain to stop from being attacked, but it was a lost cause. Her hands kept going through the shape as if it was just water as Adam rushed the shape. He was quickly knocked aside with a massive forearm to her chest. Ditto to Susan. When Dresden attempted to intervene, he was met with a different outcome. Sensing his approach, the shape momentarily stopped his brutal attack on Sandy, spun his body around, and whipped its tail. The tail was fast and well placed as it smacked Dresden fully on his chest with thud before sending the director sailing across the kitchen. Dresden hit the opposite wall before sliding down it to lie on the floor. Adam and Susan again attempted to help Sandy, but like before, they were quickly knocked aside. While sensing that the three would-be heroes were temporarily immobilized, the shape continued his bloody assault on Sandy. It slashed and struck a few more times before grabbing a handful of her hair and dragged her to the fryer. It stopped long enough for her to realize what was going to happen. It let out another shriek, almost in a laugh-like manner, before forcing Sandys head fully into the hot, boiling oil. It shrieked with delight as the hot oil bubbled with the addition of Sandy. The shape kept Sandys head in the oil for a few seconds before bringing her head out, but only to dunk her once again. The second time Sandys head was submerged was slightly longer than the first. When it removed her yet again, Sandys face was boiling and began peeling. She tried to scream, but the only thing that came from her mouth was a sickening gurgling sound.

It took Adam a moment or so to figure out the cause of this. He guessed that, similar to swallowing water during drowning, Sandy must have swallowed the hot oil inside her. The gurgle was a result of the oils damage within her body, the damage to her lungs. The shape forced her head into the oil again for an even longer stint. When it pulled her out a third time, most of Sandys face had melted away while showing her muscles reaction to the extreme heat. Her muscles, like the skin, were boiling and bleeding; the blood ran down her face and neck. Her eyes were beginning to have the same effect, and almost seemed to be boiling within their sockets. The cartilage on the top of her nose was essentially gone, exposing the bone underneath. As she tried to scream, the gurgle escaped once again, but this time, it was accompanied with dark, deep red chunks being spit out of her mouth. Adam felt nauseated at the sight knowing that it was more than likely Sandys lungs, as well as pieces of her esophagus, were being melted away and regurgitated. As he finally rose to make another attempt at helping his colleague, he saw the shape force her head back into the fryer for a fourth time. He ran towards the shape without it knowing he was behind it. When he closed in, he jumped at the shape to tackle it aside. However, unfortunate to him, as well as for Sandy, he passed through the shape much the same way as the brick did earlier in the night. The shape wavered a bit, but other than that, paid him no mind. It kept Sandys had completely submersed during all of this. Getting to his feet for another rescue attempt, Sandys life was almost nonexistent as she struggled less and less. When Adam was almost on the shape, it turned towards him and used it tail to knock him aside. He soon found himself flying through the air before coming to an abrupt landing on the hard floor about twelve feet away. The impact from both the tail and the floor made him gasp for breath, but no air seemed to be going inside him. He was jarred and jolted, and he thought he may have had some ribs broken. While trying to raise, he saw Susan from the corner of his eye run towards the shape. Adam rose the rest of the way and hastily joined her efforts. But, they were too late. All of Sandys life had left and was gone to wherever it goes once a person is dead. The shape let go of her as it let her slide free from the fryers inner hotness, as she fell to the floor. Her nose, as well as her ears, were essentially gone. She had no skin or lips on her face. Her eyes resembled warm Vaseline as they streamed down what muscles remained. Much of her hair had fallen out in the process. What was left was essentially a bloody skull with some remnants of muscles and hair. Surprisingly, the shape didnt attack either Adam or Susan as they approached. It, again, knocked them aside before it walked over to the dazed Dresden who was still laying on the floor. Upon seeing the shape looking down at him, Dresden looked up in horror. What do you want? Why are you hear? was all he could ask. The groin of his pants darkened as the urine that filled this area moved down his pant legs. The shape did not reply nor did it move. It just continued to look down at him.

Dresden soon repeated the two questions. He stuttered while doing so as his eyes went quickly to the now dead Sandy. There was a silence before any reply was given. The shape, as before, struggled with its ability of speech. It grunted and grumbled before the formation of words were heard. You are the last of the Dresden line, it stated eerily. This ends with you. Dresden, surprised that the shape before him spoke, just wide his mouth. Whawhat? Your line created me, the shape while swaying eagerly over him. The line ends tonight, before sunup. Then why dont we end it now so you can get the hell outta here?! demanded Dresden. He tried to sound like he was in control of the situation, though it was completely evident who was really in charge. Adam and Susan continued to stay where they laid, watching to see what unfolded before them. The shape stared, hovered, and swayed over Dresden. Soon, it said, barely above a whisper. Soon. Meet outside. And if I dont? Dresden asked in an almost bargain like manner. When the shape heard those four words, it started laughing a little in its creepy, eerie tone while a longer at Dresden. It soon turned and walked towards the screen door. Hey, dont you walk away from me while Im talking to you! Dresden shouted at it, but not making any effort to follow. Before anything else was said, the shape broke apart after a few steps to become part of the sprinklers water. The six eyes followed what they could see of the shape as it essentially flew through the water, and through the screen of the back door. The door open a little from the shape passing through it before banging shut. Adam, Susan, Dresden, and what was left of Sandy were all that remained in the kitchen. Slowly, Adam rose and asked Susan if she was alright. When she verified she was fine, Adam walked over and turned off the sprinklers. The water stopped almost immediately. He then turned to face both Dresden and Susan. He faced them in silence and with his hands on his hips. He faced them before simply asking, What are we going to do?

Chapter 12 What the hell is going on, Dresden? Adam demanded once he had the chance to speak. Looking flustered, the director rose and went to the back of the kitchen in silence. He continued down a back hallway which led to a back employee room. Hanging on the wall in the hall was a bunch of chefs cooks and pants for the cooks to wear. Dresden, whats going on? repeated Adam. May I at least change my pants? he asked while not stopping to wait for an answer. Dresden continued down the back hall, grabbed a pair of pants, and disappeared around the corner towards the employee room. He was gone for only a couple of minutes before he returned while wearing the new pair of pants. After his return, no one spoke as silence remained to fill the room while the three of them looked at each other. Adam waited as long as he could, wait for Dresden to answer the question he had previously asked; before it was evident he wasnt going to. Whats going on, man? he repeated again. Upon hearing the question yet again, Dresdens expression and reaction told Adam and Susan that he didnt want to answer it. Obviously he knew more than what he was letting on. He sighed, exhaled deeply, and stood silently while looking at the counselors before him. Cmon boss, chastised Susan. If you know something about this, nows a good time to share. While trying to hold his vow of silence firm, the mind behind Dresdens eyes were anything but. He soon lost his composure before sighing heavily again. His shoulders folded and his head bowed as he let the air within him leave. I never thought this day would come, was all he whispered. With those seven, simple words, Adam wasnt sure if Dresden did in fact know more then what he was letting on, or if he, like many, never believed the stories and legend that surrounded the camp. Like it or not, Dresden, its here. It theres any information you know that can help us get out of here, whats left of us, I have to agree with Susan. Now is a good time to share. Dresden remained as he was, head bowed, as he stared at the floor. Without realizing it, he raised his head and stared with fear in his eyes as the realization of what was going on seemed to finally seep through his pores. I grew up with the same stories that the camp has, he finally said. All my relatives spoke about it, well, most of them did anyway. The ones that talked about it believed the story whole heartedly, while the others that didnt just indulged the believers whims and tolerated the stories. Dresden stopped momentarily to look helplessly at them.

To his amazement, Adam felt that what he was hearing was the truth and believed Dresdens apparent sincerity. He believed it mainly because he knew Dresden well enough, or thought he did. Dresden was full of himself and constantly had this arrogant aura coming off of him. He always tried to act like he knew everything, had all the answers, or could accomplish anything. He appeared confident in whatever abilities he felt he had. With this in mind, Dresden never showed doubt or fear. He never let on he didnt know or couldnt do anything. With what appeared to be both fear and doubt, this was what convinced Adam his boss was being truthful. He didnt know what to say or if he should say anything. However, he found himself saying Go on before he knew it. Dresden, for a moment, to sigh again as he looked at Adam. But it wasnt until my relatives started dropping like flies did I start taking notice, he finally continued. It seemed like the more he remembered, the more his eyes narrowed in thought. But, it wasnt random deaths either. I always happened here, at the camp, or in town. And the deaths only occurred like the stories said, every twenty years and during the first week of August. Well, I dont have to tell you. Wait, Adam interrupted. Are you trying to tell me youve had more family deaths than the stories let on? Dresden nodded. Yes, a lot more. Hen Susan heard this, thoughts started coming together inside her. So, you really are a descendant of Paul Dresden? He was my great-grandfather. If more of your relatives died during these storms, Adam said, why arent they mentioned? Why do the stories leave them out? I dont know nor do I care, Dresden replied. Im grateful they arent mentioned. Do you have nay idea what that would have done to my family if they were mentioned? Neither Adam nor Susan answer, nor did they consider the rhetorical question that was presented to them. They couldnt fathom what that would have had on is familys mental state if it had happened. With this, Adam remembered something that the shape had stated before commenting on it. Dresden, earlier when that thing was talking to you, it mentioned that you were the last of the Dresden line. What did it mean by that? Dresden shook his head, either indicating he didnt know or didnt want to talk about it. So, do you have any family left at all? Susan asked. Sure, quite a few are still alive, Dresden quickly answered. On what side?

What? he asked with a little confusion. Your family that is still alive, what side are they on? Are they on your dads side, your moms, or both? While hearing this, Dresden finally realized what was being asked. His facial color left for but a moment before replying. Theyre all on my dads side. What about your moms side? Any relatives there? Dresden shook his head. No; not even my mom. So, you really are the last of the Dresden line, arent you? Susan quickly asked. It looks like I am, doesnt it? What did that thing mean when it said your line created him? Adam asked. Dresden shrugged. Im not sure, but from what Ive been told, this thing, or whatever it is, wasnt heard of until my great-grandfather came here. You mean Paul Dresden? Yes, Paul Dresden, confirmed the director. Could that sort of be right about the Indian Shaman placing some sort of curse on him? And that this was the curse? Well, up until a few minutes ago I would have said no. Dresden laughed. But now, I dont know. I just dont know. As the three of them stood in silence, Adam tried his cell phone again. There still was no service. The phones clock indicated that it was a few minutes before midnight. He was surprised at how late it was, but kept silent. Susan, while seeing him check his phone, looked at hers. She shook her head when her phone didnt have service as well. She placed it back in her pocket with a sigh of her own. Im going to check on the children, she informed them before turning and left the kitchen. Adam, meanwhile, watched her leave. As his eyes came back into the kitchen, they fell upon the fallen body of Sandy. With a shutter, he walked to the back hallway and grabbed two chefs coats and returned to place them over her body. Hey, Dresden, would you mind helping me move her back to the employee room? Adam asked while grabbing hold of Sandys upper body. Why do I need to help you? he asked of him.

Adam, surprised by this response, just glared at him. Cmon, Dresden! Grow a set of balls and help me, would you? We cant leave her here with the chance of the kids seeing her. Will you get your ass over here and help me for once? Surprisingly, Dresden did what was asked, and within a couple of minutes, they carried her body to the break room and covered her up in the corner. After she was covered, they went back to the kitchen before Adam asked, Would you mind trying to get the police again on the radio? Why me? he shot back almost childlike. Because youre the best qualified one here to have the police believe, Adam told him while trying hard to reframe from laughing at him. Besides, if you tried again, maybe theyll at least send someone to shut us up. Anyway, Im going to help her with the campers. Dresden nodded as he watched Adam leave to the dining room. A few minutes later, after trying the radio again, he went to join the people still alive in the dining room. He shook his head when Adam looked at him. They said they would send someone up here when they could, he simply stated. But they arent sure when theyd be here. Theyre hoping someone would be here by morning. By morning? Susan asked with some shock. Are you serious? Thats still a few hours away. Thats what they said, confirmed Dresden. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Over the next hour, Adam and Susan, with little help from Dresden, changed the campers clothes into what chefs clothes were left and got them all something to eat. While they were eating, two counselors entered the cafeteria with five more campers. All of them were tired, exhausted, soaked to the bone from the rain, and, above all, scared. Their eyes showed their fear and two campers were crying. Are you guys ok? Susan quickly asked while hurrying over to them. No, were not, Mary Ann, the female counselor, stated. She pointed outside before stuttering, Th-th-theres a-a-a We know, Susan told her softly. Mary Ann, while hearing this, looked at her through fear-stained eyes. You do? she asked. She was showing signs of going into shock, but was doing a good job at composing herself. Weve seen it. How are you doing Julie? Susan asked while looking at the other counselor.

If you consider being scared shitless being hurt, she stated while shrugging her shoulder without finishing the comment. What about you guys? Susan asked the campers. Are you alright? They all appeared fine but none of them answered. Alright, Mary Ann, Julie, there are some clothes in the back hallway if you guys want to change. There should be enough, but they might be big. That sounds good, Julie replied while taking the campers with her. Oh, one thing Julie, Adam told her. Dont take them to the break room. Theres something back there we wouldnt want them to see, ok? Julie nodded her reply while not asking for details. While they were halfway to the kitchen, she turned, looked at Mary Ann, and nodded towards Susan. Mary Ann returned the nod. What? Susan asked. When Julie and the campers were in the back, Mary Ann answered. Thatthing out there told us to tell you guys that itll be waiting on Dresden to come out and finish this. Dresden, upon hearing his name, shot a look of fear their way. Whawhat? It seems to want to see you, Mary Ann told him. What if I dont go? What if I stay here? It said if you didnt go, there would be a repeat of something that happened earlier. Mary Ann looked at him when she said that. What does that mean? There was an uncomfortable silence before someone spoke again. At which point, Adam and Susan looked at each other before, against Dresdens wishes, took Mary Ann to a corner away from the campers so they couldnt hear, and filled her in on the details of what they experienced that last few hours. Then I guess thats it then, was all that Mary Ann said. She appeared more shaken then before but kept her composure. You guess whats it then? inquired Dresden. It looks like youll be going out there to finish this. I am not! Dresden exclaimed. What makes you think Ill do a foolish, god forsaken thing like that?

You will because you dont want any more getting hurt or killed, Adam told him. Especially when it comes to the well-being of the campers, Susan added. We are not going to jeopardize their safety because youre scared. Of course Im scared. Im scared shitless! Dresden shouted at her, causing several campers to look their way. Is it worth having more people getting killed? Susan asked him point blank. Are you that much of a coward that you are willing to risk their lives so you dont have to face this? He didnt reply. All he did was look down to the floor. Adam asked, And didnt that thing say that this ended with you? Yeah, what if it did? Dresden demanded. We dont even know if that thing was telling the truth. So youre willing to risk all our lives because of that? And if I am, what are you going to do about it? Dresden sneered as he looked at the three counselors before him. They stared back with a hint of anger on their faces. Before he knew it, Dresden found himself being dragged outside by the three of them. Hey, let me go! he demanded. Take me back inside! Its too late for that, Ole Fearless Leader, Adam mocked while he had his arms around Dresdens upper body. Dresden, while doing his best to protest, was kicking and screaming all he could. He soon gave up trying when he knew there was no point. What are you going to do to me? he asked once they were outside by the quad. We arent going to do anything, Susan answered as she acknowledged herself, Adam, and Mary Ann. So, youre just gonna leave me here? Hopefully you wont be alone too long, Adam told him sarcastically. Nope, not too long at all, Mary Ann said while pointing towards the stairs that led to the dock. Youll have company sooner than you think. While following her hand, they saw the shape appearing from the rain and fog from the stairs.

Before he knew it, Dresden found the counselors hands and arms around him once more. They picked him up and dragged him towards the unwelcomed visitor that just finished materializing from the mist. They dropped him a few feet from the shape. There you go, Adam told the shape while pointing to Dresden. If we give him to you, will you leave the rest of us alone? While the four of them stared at the shape for some kind of response, they heard someone calling from behind them. When they turned towards the voice, they heard the cafeterias door slam shut as Wendy ran around the corner. Wendy, what are you doing out here?! Susan asked. Get back inside, now! Julie was getting worried. She wanted to know when you were coming back inside, the young camper told her. Wendy, do what youre told and get back inside! Adam told her firmly. While looking around with a confused look, Wendy finally saw the shape a few feet beyond the counselors. As a look of realization came over her, she let out a terrifying scream. She turned to run, but slipped on the wet grass and fell. Seeing this, the shape seemed to grin as it slowly started towards the fallen child. Dresden, sensing a hesitation on those around him, started crawling towards the nearby trees to hide. Adam watched in terror at what he was seeing. He was frozen with fear as he watched the shape walk towards Wendy, its eyes eager and tail swishing. Adam! Susan yelled at him. Help Wendy! What about Dresden? he asked. Too bad. He can take care of himself. Wendys more important! All he found himself doing was stand there, unresponsive, while debating what to do. Wendy was on the ground to his right, while Dresden was under the trees to his left. The shape, sensing the hesitation, continued its descent upon the young lady. Its eyes were once again a deep crimson, its claws extended, and its tail continued to swish with anticipation. At the last moment, just as the shape was going down to attack Wendy, Susan was there. She wedged herself in between the mysterious rain monster and the scared camper. The shapes claws slid through her as easily as a hot knife through butter. Her eyes widened, her mouth opened with a gasp. As her body went limp, she slid off the shapes claws and was dead before she hit the ground.

Terrified by the sudden death of his girlfriend, Adam watched as Susan fell on top of Wendy. As the shape bent towards the red-headed girl, Adam found himself yelling, Hey, Shape! The shape turned and looked at him, snarling. Arent you here for Dresden?! he asked while pointing to the director who was cowering under the tree. Isnt he the reason youre here? Isnt he the reason all these people here tonight died? Because of him? Please, no more killings, especially a little girl. Go get Dresden. Do what you want with him, but please, leave the girl alone. The shape remained where it was as Adam waited for its response. Its tail continued to move back and forth as a look of consideration seemed to cross its ruby red eyes. It looked down at the girl with the red hair and terrified eyes before looking to the tall, lanky director against the tree, then back to Wendy. As the rain ran down its face, dripping from its muzzle and teeth, it slowly turned its head to look at Adam one last time. As they stared at each other in silence, the sound of the wind and rain were the only two things that were heard. Then, the shape slowly turned and proceeded to walk towards Dresden. As it walked, Adam got the sense that the shape seemed to enjoy this mock stalking of its soon to be prey. The shape walked slow and patiently. The wet grass moved beneath its feet and tail. Meanwhile, Dresden rose from his knees to his full height. Though he was untouched and unparsed by what he just witnessed that night, his eyes failed him. No matter how brave and unafraid he seemed to act, his eyes revealed that he was beyond being afraid, beyond being terrified. There was something in his eyes that spoke volumes of this. The shape stopped a couple of feet from him. It looked Dresden over as you would a possible threat, a possible opponent. It seemed to snarl at him. Dresden couldnt contain his fear any more as his facial expressions changes to match his inner feelings. His bladder emptied again for the second time. The shape started sniffing the rain, almost smelling the smells from the urine in his prey's pants as it glanced down to Dresdens pants. It slowly looked back to his face with an almost evil smile on its face. It took a couple of steps forward so that its muzzle was right against Dresdens face as it kept sniffing him. No, youre not real, Dresden said as he closed his eyes. Youre not real. Youre just a dream, only a dream. He repeated to himself. Not real, only a dream. As he opened his eyes and faced the shape before him, he finally realized that what he was saying was all said in vain. The shape was neither a falsity nor a dream. I always thought you were a story, he told the shape, who seemed to grin from hearing this. I thought this was just something my family told me so I was good and didnt mess up. With that, Dresden started sobbing uncontrollably like a child. What did I do wrong? How did I mess up? What did I do to become a failure?

The shape sniffed one final time before smiling. You were born into it, it answered in its trademark eerie, creepy tone. Its reply seemed to shock Dresden more than anything, but Adam felt that it was the shape talking, replying back to him, that shocked, and to a greater extent, terrified Dresden then by what was actually said. Who are you? Dresden asked with a shaky voice. Im the one nightmares are made from, the shape answered. I come when all else fails. Then as it laughed. Its laughed then morphed into the Godzilla-like scream before pulling back its right arm and impaled Dresden through his abdomen. The shapes claws went all the way through Dresdens body; the tips becoming embedded in the tree behind him. Dresdens eyes wavered, his body shook, and blood came out his mouth as he attempted to grab the shapes arm. With no avail, his hand went right through it. Before he was able to do anything else, the shape forced its hand down and through Dresdens torso. It forced his hand down as far as it could go before it, and its claws, cut and severed through his buttocks and groin area. As soon as its claws were free from Dresdens dying body, his entrails and intestines fell freely from his body and amassed into a bloody pile under him. His now dead and disemboweled body fell limply on top of his former organs. Like Susan, he was dead before he hit the ground. Once free, the shape pulled its now exposed hand from Dresden and watched the fresh blood be washed away by the rain. Then, it turned towards Adam and looked at him. Though they were probably no more than twenty feet from each other, it felt closer. Are you done? Adam asked. Is your work here done now? The shape didnt respond. Rather, it let out another shrieking, hideous laugh before breaking apart and dispersing itself throughout the rain and fog around it. As soon as it was gone, a great calm was felt come over the camp. After a moment, Adam walked over to where Wendy and Susan laid. He helped Wendy up while trying to control his own tears. Is it over? Is it gone? Wendy asked him. He looked at her for a moment with tears filling his eyes. Yes, I believe it is. Theres nothing to be afraid of now. Then, after a moment or two, he sat down next to Susan and pulled her limp body onto his lap. He felt her body heat leaving her as he held her. It was then, at that instance, when his grief was too

much for him to bear. He buried his face into her dead body and let himself go. He couldnt remember crying as much or as hard as he had at that moment. With a few minutes, the rain and fog lessened greatly to an almost nonexistent haze. In the distance, various sirens were heard as they made their way through town on their way to Camp Outdoors. There was a mixture of police, fire, and ambulance sirens coming their way, but it was too late. There was nothing they could do now to help. What damage that was going to happened had already happened. When he thought about it, Adam realized that there wasnt anything they could have done, even if they showed up earlier in the night. Not a damn thing, he thought to himself. Not a god damn thing!

Epilogue When he was done telling his story, he fell silent while staring out the window. He wasnt looking at anything in particular for he had memorized everything the garden had to offer. The well dressed man continued to sit opposite his young companion in silence. He waited, patiently, to see if anything more would be added. He soon spoke when it was obvious that there wouldnt be. So, tell me, the elder started, what made you tell me this story of yours? The answer didnt come right away. The young man continued staring blankly outside with focused on something that wasnt there; something that only he could see. I dont know, he soon replied softly. There has to be a reason. Maybe. Silence filled the room momentarily before the senior member spoke. Do you feel that youre the one who caused what happened that summer? The young man turned his gaze to meet his companion. His eyes were filled with a sadness and sorrow which the other had never seen, though he remained silent, unanswering. His eyes drifted back towards the windows. Adam, what happened wasnt your fault, the well-dressed an stated just above a whisper. Isnt it? Adam asked while not looking at him. No, it isnt. You had no way of knowing. Besides, you were cleared of any wrong doing. Youve got to know this? Adams eyes quickly met those of his companion, still filled with sadness and sorrow. Do I? He fell silent while contemplating what he was told. I often wonder that. Therere times I lay awake at night wondering whether or not it was really my fault. Those stories or how I told them. They all came true! All of them. I even wonder if it would have happened if I didnt take them to that burial ground. With that, Adam finally broke down and sobbed uncontrollably into his hands. The grief that he had had since the previous August all came out at that moment. All the grief, guilt, sadness, and sorrow that he allowed to build up he finally allowed to make an exodus of his body. All that damage that was caused, the people that were killed, he stated in between tears of anguish. I can still hear their screams, their pleas of help. I can still see their faces. There are nights I cant sleep because these images fill my head. And Susan! My God, my Susan! What did she do to ever deserve that?! Has her family talked to you since the funeral?

Adam wiped his eyes. Not a word. Its almost like I dont exist to them. They still blame me, I think. Thats understandable. Give it time. But, Doc, its been almost a year! Adam exclaimed. Surely if they were going to speak to me again, wouldnt they have spoken to me already? he questioned in an almost demanding tone. Perhaps. But youve got to keep in mind that people grieve in different ways. When theyre ready to talk, they will. I hope so. They will; trust me. Silence fell over them again as Adam collected himself. So, Doc, how much time do I have left? The doctor checked his watch before answering. A few minutes. Adam blew his nose on a tissue. It feels like Ive used all my time, and then some. Oh, we did. The doctor smiled. And then some. Why didnt you stop me? I must be cutting in on another patients time with you, arent I? We like to call them clients rather than patients, corrected the doctor. Besides, you needed the extra time. Dont worry about making someone else wait; I do this from time to time when needed. Im not exactly sure if I have someone else waiting outside. Adam was surprised at his psychiatrists calmness. Wont they get upset if you keep them waiting? Perhaps depending on whom it is, but I do this with everyone. Theyll still wait. The doctor smiled softly with an honest kindness. Adam sighed. Well, I should get going. Take your time; theres no rush, stated the doctor as he jotted down some last few notes in Adams file before closing it. The patient grabbed another tissue from a nearby coffee table and blew his nose again before tossing it in a trash can next to the table. He rose while asking, Until next time? Sure, the doctor replied before standing himself. Until next time. He then walked half the distance to Adam with an out reached hand. Adam took the offered hand and shook it. When did you want me to schedule my next appointment?

Doesnt matter. Just talk with Brenda on your way out. Shell set you up. Thanks for listening, Doc. It meant a lot. Well, it is my job after all. He smiled again. Adam returned the smile, the first time that session he did smile. Well, its how you listen I appreciate. Take it easy, Doc. Have a good weekend. You too. Ill see you next visit. With that, Adam walked out of his psychiatrists office and closed the door behind him. He scheduled his next appointment with Brenda at the front desk. Minutes later as he climbed behind the wheel of his car, Adam took out his cell phone. He sat there looking at it for a few seconds before scrolling through the numbers he had programmed into it. He stopped on a number that was familiar to him, yet one he hadnt used in quite some time. He debated calling it before he realized his thumb had hit the dial button. A womans voice answered the other end on the fourth ring. He didnt reply. He wasnt sure if she was ready for this conversation. He wasnt sure if he was ready for it either. Hello? she asked again. He thought again for a moment before speaking. Hello Mrs. Kim, this is Adam. I wanted to call to see how you were doing. Would you by chance have time to talk? The End.