I was about twelve years old when my parents sent me to that shit hole. They were so determined to get me to camp. Not just that camp but really any camp. I took it as code for “We’ll-be-at-work-all-week-and-we-don’t-trust-you-alone”. My parents showed me the brochure, it actually looked kind of fun! The picture on the front of the brochure had slides, activities, and really anything that a twelve year old kid would want in a camp. It was pretty legit. The kids all seemed to be having fun in the picture. I kowtowed to the idea and eventually gave in.
I remember it like it was yesterday. Camp Omega in the foothills Virginia in some small town. It was like any other camp, bunks to sleep in, campfires at night, and friendly counselors. Looking back on it, maybe too friendly. At the time I thought that they were just being friendly because it was their job. I have never been so wrong.
Camp was fun at first, though the activities were a bit odd. We had to make these dolls that looked like us. Mine had straw for hair and blue button eyes. Then we had to make these bracelets with our names on them. Everything was personalized which I expected from camp. We had campfires and shared our feelings until we knew each other pretty well. There were about 25 other campers and 15 councilors. One camper stood out to me, her name was Jeanette. She was nice and didn’t talk too much. I was shy too so we connected easily through enjoying the silence.
It was the last day of the weeklong camp. I was so happy to be going home the next day, camp was fun but I missed home. We sat at the fire with everyone including the counselors. I wasn’t sure if it was the fire but they looked different. The looked familiar but their faces were pale as ghosts. I shrugged it off and listened to the next activity.
I wish I didn’t.
We all had our dolls that resembled us. I held mine in my hands and tried not to look at it, as its blank blue button eyes stared into me. “This represents the old you. The you before camp” The lead councilor said to all of us. Then they had us throw the dolls into the fire. I watched as mine was engulfed in flames, snapping and popping as the fire consumed its canvas skin. “You are a new person now.” The head councilor told us.
After the doll burning they told us there would be a goodbye ceremony and dinner. Two of the councilors led us back to the cabins and told us to pack our stuff. They explained that the celebration ceremony was at the nearby barn on the edge of the property. The other councilor left so it was just one with us. His name was Scott. He was always nice and had good jokes. He waited at the fire pit as we all gathered our things. He was acting weird as I sat next to him waiting on everyone else. He was staring into the fire silently, with a disturbed look on his face. “I love you.” He muttered once we were all assembled. I didn’t know whom he was talking to so I assumed I misheard him. “I love you guys and I’d do anything for you.” He said clearly so we all heard it.
We all looked at each other with confused expressions but it was a nice gesture and we said that we loved him too. He smiled and got up “We’re ready.” He stated and led us through the forest to the edge of the camp. It was dark and the air got thicker. I was excited for the ceremony. I was ready to leave and go home where there was cable and internet. I’ve had enough of the outdoors.
We suddenly exited the woods and the barn loomed in the darkness. All of the camp councilors stood around it in a circle with torches in hand. I felt my stomach drop. I knew something wasn’t right as they ushered us all into the barn.
It was an old rickety structure, I’m sure wasn’t up to any building code and I was also pretty sure we shouldn’t be in there. The councilors stepped inside and formed a circle around us, closing the door behind them.
The head councilor broke from the circle and stood before us. “Jeanette Lewinski please come forward for your departure.” She said, we all looked uneasy but Jeanette stepped forward. I was happy for her; maybe she would get a ribbon or something cool to take home.
The councilors moved from the ring around the barn to a ring around us, all the while holding their torches. I could feel my heartbeat quicken as they came closer, and closer.
And stabbed Jeanette in the neck.
She didn’t scream and suddenly it was sudden pandemonium as the counselors threw their torches at the walls of the barn. I didn’t notice that all of the councilors had long serrated knives with them. I tried to run but the barn was starting to go up like a match. Kids were running around screaming before being stabbed by the counselors.
“We have to get out of here!” I screamed before running straight into Scott.
“Carl, don’t you want to stay for the ceremony?” He asked me, his eyes seemed to appear pitch black and he wore the most sadistic smile on his face.
I punched him in the gut and ran past him out of an opening in the barn. I had never run that fast in my life. I looked back briefly. God I wish I never looked behind me. I could see black figures, silhouetted by the light of the fire, running about screaming. Some stood still, with their arms out, accepting the stabs by the counselors.
I heard chanting of some sort, at first I couldn’t make it out but it grew louder:
“We know what’s best for you, we love you.”
Over and over again. The sight of Jeanette’s last breath as her mouth filled with blood flashed through my mind and I ran.
I ran into the forest, my heart beating in my ears like a drum. I didn’t know where I was going. I was just running in the direction that we came from. The chanting followed me. “We know what’s best for you, we love you.” It repeated like a broken record, over and over.
The glow of the inferno lit the property dimly so I was able to come out the other side where the cabins were. I looked behind me again; I could see the brush moving and the chanting growing louder. How did they find me? How did they follow me?
“We know what’s best for you, we love you.”
I ran faster but I felt a hand tug at my shirt. I fell and it fell with me. I looked back to see the councilor, he had my ankle in one hand and a knife in the other. His eyes were empty black pits and his skin was white as a sheet. I screamed and kicked the knife out of his hand with my other foot. That loosened his grip a bit and gave me time to get back to my feet and run towards the exit.
The sign reading “Camp Omega” stood hauntingly above the entrance. I ran straight through it. The footsteps behind me stopped as the councilors did. I looked behind again, and there they stood. Looking trapped inside of the campgrounds stood all of the councilors. Still as stone. As if they knew they couldn’t cross the gate.
It started to rain and that’s when they put their hoods up. I didn’t even notice the hoods and robes before. Even in the dim light I could tell they were blood red.
“We know what’s best for you, we love you.”
They chanted again. I started to back away slowly, my eyes wide in terror as they pulled their daggers out again. I thought they were going to throw them at me. Part of me wanted to run and scream but the other was transfixed on the scene playing out before me.
In unison they raised their bloodstained knives and stabbed themselves in the necks. Blood spurted everywhere. I could see it mix with the rain as it flowed down their necks and they fell.
All I could do was scream and run down the dirt path into the little town. It felt like weeks that I ran until I found the town and the police station. Relief washed over me as I entered the wooden doors. I must’ve looked like a mess. My hair was matted with a mixture of sweat and rain. I probably had blood on my hands. I looked down at them.
They were clean. The rain must’ve washed the blood off. I walk to the front desk as calmly as I could where the secretary looked at me. She had a shocked expression on her face as if I had just risen from the dead. I assumed it was because of my disheveled appearance.
I explained everything to her. The camp, the councilors, what they did; everything. She looked shocked and gave me a glass of water. “Do you want to call your parents Carl?” She asked me.
“Yes please.” She gave me her phone and I called them up. I’m surprised they could understand me since I was choking on my own tears and snot that ran down my face and into accumulated into my mouth. They came as quickly as they could to pick me up. An hour later they arrived at the police station. I was so relieved that they found me that once I got in the car I closed my eyes. I felt safe.
I must’ve fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes we were in an unfamiliar place. I blinked a few times; we were parked in front of a brick building that loomed gloomily overhead. It was then that I realized something. The woman at the police station, how did she know my name? I never told her.
“Where are we?” I ask with apprehension, my parents look back at me with sad expressions.
“Son, we’re at a mental institution. We’re worried about you.” My father stated flatly. My jaw fell open.
“You don’t believe me?” I asked.
“Carl, you’ve been missing for a week now. You showed up at a police station in this small town ranting about some camp with murderous councilors.” My mother stated. I was silent trying to process everything.
“Carl, we know what’s best for you, we love you.” They chanted in unison.
62 Comments on 'Camp Omega'
It really sent chills up my spine
That was cool! I love stories about paranoia and insanity. Well done 🙂
5/5 I love it. I said, “Oh, shit!” at the end. Lol
Really enjoyed it 5/5 🙂
10/10 lol really enjoyed it
yeah it was really good keep up the work man!!!!!
That was terrifyingly amazing 😀 *claps*
OH BABY I LOVE IT 100/100 🙂
This would be a nice plot for a movie. The twist at the end was really good.
Never going to summer camp again!
Good ending, a real kicker. Only a few grammar errors not bad 7.9/10
It built up to decent suspense in the climax, but the twist didn’t build itself up very well. There wasn’t an explanation as to how the councilors couldn’t leave the camp but the parents were part of the cult.
Also, there are some grammatical errors here. If the story is in Past Perfect, you need to use “had” instead of “did”. There are also some redundancies like “suddenly it was sudden pandemonium”, don’t you think “utter pandemonium” would have suited that sentence better?
I may seem overly nitpicky, but I really enjoyed the suspense of this story.
I was so not expecting the ending. Never going to summer camp in VA. It would make a nice movie! 9/10
Freaky? Yes. However it was very predictable. I think it would have been better if it didn’t immediately seem suspicious. The ending would have been better, if only it was built up more innocently. I’d have to give a 3/5 just because it was almost too predictable. Good story line though, as this could happen in real life! 😀
Some freaky stuff man, great job
10/10 but what the hell!!??!!??
Omfg I flipping love this pasta.10/10
the ending is predictable..
That was a really freaky ending. But I’m kinda confused. How had he been missing to a week if his parents sent him there? Or was that all his imagination cause he’s crazy?
I’m thinking 5/5 because I got chills while reading.
Dude I loved this so much 11/10 Fr! That part when he threw his doll in the fire gave me the chills for some reason…..lol ok
Dude, when I scrolled all the way down I saw an ad that said ‘summer camp for kids’…creepy man
does anyone else that the parents sent him there then set up a missing child with the police to make sure that if he escapes they can have a fast response as to when he gets out by the police
P.S. the camp was obviously a fake camp made for the
Man that was scary now I will bring protection when I go on summer camps
Omffff like what the hellll. My mind is broken. They broke my mind. I can’t. I just can’t even. Like. Woah. Nope. I can’t I just can’t.
Tasty pasta! 10/10 I’m never going to summer camp, I mean I would never in the first place but after reading this I’m definitely not.
Love satanic sacrifices and rituals, so, 10/10
man, after reading this, i will never go to camp … again …
Love it, but I feel like it’s a rough draft. It needed a lot more explanation. I understand that the point was to “not know”, but the story needed some more details to really make you feel for the main character. There was barely any mention of what they did at the camp or why/how he became close with Jeanette, and the “horror scene” at the barn was too short and felt forced. Even if the point was to “not know” we still need some sort of info about the cult and/or what they were trying to do to make it creepy. The lack of detail makes it too … predictable? Either way, I do love the idea of the story, and I hope you keep writing!
Delish Pasta. Licked my plate. 5/5
Holy F***..that was nice…
That was amazing! I like creepy camp stories.
No wonder they wanted him to go.they know what’s best.
I really enjoyed the suspense, the build up towards the end. It was a little rushed in places; a little expansion and explanation in some parts would’ve made this 10/10. However, as it is:
9/10 – excellent thrills and spills 🙂
And then everyone died. Oh well, .-.
10/10. It was very good, and i particularly enjoyed the ending.
“The ending is the most important part. And this ending… This ending is very, very good.”
Yes, i just quoted Secret Window with Johnny Depp.
No, i do not apologise.
Those are some dumb police. Don’t you think that if he was missing, they would of set out an investigation to the camp. Also, he talks about murder and suicide at a camp where possibly innocent kids were killed. The smart thing is instead of thinking he is crazy and send him to a place that will ensure he is crazy when he exits is to investigate to see if he is correct. If they find no evidence at the direct site, since it was raining, they could check downhill to see if anything, such as corpses, were washed away. All-in-all, great story. Dumb cops though.
Absolutely maddening how you consistently flip flop between the (correct) spelling of ‘counselor’ and (incorrect) spelling of ‘councilor’. It’s referring to camp COUNSELORS. That is the correct word and spelling, and should be the only spelling throughout!
This is just amazing, seriously one of my favorites by far. Ending was creepy asf love it.
My eyes widened when I came to the end and I was like, “WHAAAAT?!”
this was truly 3spooky5me
That was really good! Love the ending! Love the twisted part going toward the end! Good Job!!! Keep it up!!!
WOW that was great 5/5 Great pasta =]
This needs to be a movie
amazing completely stood out to me and made me think of never going to a camp again
Yes! Love this pasta. I’m never going back to summer camp again.
woah………………totally like….i have no words…..
was not expecting that ending!! totally creepy, good stuff.
I LOVE IT the ending 10000000000/1000000000
WHERES THE LAMB SAUCE 5/100
Pick a spelling for “counselors” and stick to it.
2/5 It was ok wasnt what i was looking for but otherwise it was pretty ok
OMMMMMMGGGGG I LOVE IIIIIIITTTTT!!!!!! So amazing its very creative!
oh shit 10/10
it’s spooky, but it’s predictable. also there isn’t much plot to it. a kid goes to a camp and the people at the camp kill some people and the kid escapes. 2/5
Great story, nothing to say)
As soon as I finished, there was an ad for a summer camp. O.O
The Creep Meter on this story is,
One of the Best!
I loved the part where they stabbed themselves