A New Killer Is Born

Chapter 3: Caught

I woke up and quickly sat up in bed. Pain shot through my back as I let out a gasp. I reached my hand behind my back and touched something wet. I cocked my eyebrow and slid my hand under my shirt to touch my back. I gasped as I felt something rough. I quickly snatched my hand away and went to take off my shirt, but before I did, I got out of bed and slowly walked out the room and down towards the bathroom. I stepped in the bathroom and thank god for the window on top of the ceiling. Light from the moon came in making it easier for me to see what I was doing. I took off my shirt and turned around. I turned my head to look back at my back in the mirror that hung tilted on the wall. I gasped at what I saw on my back. There on my back was not only blood, but four slashes going across my back. I let out a scream. How did this happen?! And that was when I remember, Freddy and then that guy with the pins in his head and also that little girl Esther and Chucky! But wait a minute…that was only a dream. Right? And my dad….oh my god, I forgot my dad! I quickly put my shirt back on and rushed out the bathroom. I ran back to my room. I wondered if my dad fell asleep on the floor. I walked into the room and saw that my dad wasn’t there. I cocked my eyebrow.
“Dad?”, I called out.
Silence.
I walked into the room slowly, hoping not to step on him or anything but as I walked around the room, there was nothing on the floor. My dad wasn’t here. I let out a sigh and wondered if he was outside. I quickly look for my shoes and slid them on and then ran out into the hallway and towards the door. I walked out into the cool night air and scanned the camp ground for any sign of my dad. I didn’t see him, but I did see his collection of dead bodies. I quickly covered my one eye and let the other eye scan the front of the woods. There was no sign of my dad.
“Dad!”, I called out again.
Still no answer. I looked down at the muddy ground to see if there was any footprints that my dad might of left behind when he went out. I scanned the ground very closely, but I didn’t see any. The only footprints I saw were the ones that my dad had made when we were coming home from the woods. I looked up and scanned the camp ground once again, ignoring the dead bodies. I know I wasn’t supposed to be up this late and go out into the woods all by myself, but I needed to find my father. I wanted to make sure he was alight. I wondered if my dad was still with them people from my dream. He was in some kind of room, a boiler room. The atmosphere was red and there was a little bit of smoke from what I remember.
I let out a sigh and took a look at the woods before I started to set off on my hunt for my dad. I ignored the corpses that sprawled out on the grounds and kept moving. I didn’t know exactly where I was going in the woods. Hopefully I would find my dad soon though. Funny thing about tonight was that there wasn’t any animals or insects making their noises like they always do. It was just a dead quite peaceful night tonight. I walked along the trees, not really wanting to be out in the open just in case an intruder was out. I made sure I ignored the sticks and the leaves so they wouldn’t crunch under my feet and make any other noise.
It was getting really cold and I forgot my jacket back at home. I sighed and folded my arms over my chest and just kept going. I looked around where I was, taking in my sighting. I had to admit, it was scary out here when it was dark. I felt like one of those teen girls, the ones that my dad would kill,  where they would walk alone in the dark woods and not really knowing what lurked in the woods at this time of night. I felt like I was the prey and that someone…or something was watching me. I stopped and looked around me. I actually did feel like someone was watching me, or maybe that was just my imagination. I hope it was my imagination. Or maybe it was my dad keeping an eye on me. Funny thing though, he would of came out by now and just carried me home.
“Dad!”, I called out for the first time since I’ve been walking.
Silence responded back to me and I said, “You can come out now!”
Again, silence. I sighed and turned on my heel to keep on walking. I walked for another fifteen minutes and then stopped, until the sound of music echoed in my ears. I gasped as I knew that only meant one thing: teenagers. I looked behind me and everywhere else hoping that my dad was behind me, but there was no one there. I wished my father was here right now. Just then, I heard people screaming. The only thought that came to my mind was my father probably slaughtering them and that thought caused me to run towards the teens. I saw an orange glow come into the distance and the glow came from a fire. I hid behind a tall oak tree and watched for any sign of my father. He wasn’t in sight, but I did see a boy and girl dancing together as they played their music.
I cocked my eyebrow and saw another group of teens (3 girls and 1 boy), laughing as I assume the boy must have been telling jokes. I rolled my eyes at the sight and looked back behind me to see if my father was there. All I saw was trees and darkness. I sighed and turned my attention back to the teens as I saw the one dude from the group of three girls get up and throw a bottle at a tree. The bottle burst and shattered into pieces of glass.
“I be back ladies, I gotta go take a piss.”, the boy said.
I heard the girls groan and just then, the boy started jogging over towards my way. I let out a gasp and hid behind the tree. I thought about making a run for it and hiding behind another tree that was far away from this scene. I went to run, but it was too late. I was caught.