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RLG 8 - A Night In the Woods

by TheGodfather 

Posted: 09 August 2004
Word Count: 654
Summary: I had some fun with this one.


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“When I read back through my journals from that time, although I can see traces of myself in some of the entries, most of it sounds like the thoughts of an entirely different person,” I told Harry, my best man, frat buddy, toilet-papering partner. “I can’t believe I wrote this, let alone did these things, too grotesque. Is that the right word?”

“I don’t know what to tell you, man. There is some pretty sick shit in here. Have you shown these to anyone else?”

“Nah. Nobody. I didn’t know what to do when I found them. I mean, they’re my handwriting and all, but this thing says I killed a couple people each night.” I turn to a page smeared with dirt and hold it open for both of us to read, although I’ve read the whole thing through a couple of times. “Like this one here:”

‘Fourth night in a row camping in the forest near Yosemite, Bridalveil Falls campground.

Shortly after nightfall, I hiked over the hill and down into the campground. There is a sacred energy that is released when I take a life, and I have missed it dearly since last night. The campsite tonight was in the corner of a curve, like many are. This site has two tents - one larger, obviously the master tent and one smaller, probably with children, usually just one child sleeps with his parents.

I start with the child’s tent, knowing that they are more likely to scream if startled. I must do him first. A freshly-opened box cutter sliced nicely through the siding of the tent. Feet to the sides of the blue sleeping bag, I hovered over the small boy, ten years old, eleven maybe, and brave, sleeping by himself. With similar exacting slices, I covered his mouth with my hand and quickened the incision across his throat. I paused for a moment for him to stop the struggle and realize no air was coming for him tonight.

I proceeded to the master tent, usually easier. I have this down clean, this process. I doubt anyone will find these people for days. All the tags on their posts are paid until at least a week from now. It was with the same ease I entered the side of their tent to find mother and father I assumed in a double sleeping bag. The air mattress they probably filled with a bicycle or a car battery-powered pump will be a soft grave, for a few days anyway. It really depended on the quality of their mattress.

This was more difficult, moreso than the prior days. The father began to stir, forcing me to do him first. I’ve learned that the men are usually deeper sleepers. I always slept much more soundly than my wife. Same method, hand over the mouth, box cutter across the throat, left to right. The wife began to stir, her husband not done with his last life sputter. I moved on to the wife, my worry about her screams more intense and driving than my consideration for the man’s dying movements. She was not as strong, expectedly, and was quieted in mere moments.

I pinned up the sides of both of the tents and slipped into the forest just as I had entered, my moccasins leaving no record of my visit.’

“I don’t think I should be reading these, seriously,” he shuddered, pushing himself a few inches, maybe a foot, away from the table we sat at in the corner of the café.

“For godssake, what do I do with them?” I realized finally that these were my hand, the logic displayed by the writing made so much sense in my head, too much. Abject fear flooded my skin, chasing out all the crimson from the journals, the traces I saw of myself in ink, the confessions of a man not himself but yet still very himself.






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SamMorris at 15:53 on 09 August 2004  Report this post
Hi Godfather,

Interesting and brutal interpretation, I like it. I can sense some relish in the descriptions of the killings that makes for engaging reading. I’m probably being stupid but I couldn’t work out who was speaking at the end. Was it the narrator or his friend that saw himself in the journals? (probably being dumb). Nice one for entering the RLG challenge!

All the best

Sam


olebut at 17:38 on 09 August 2004  Report this post
Godfather or can we now be more familair and call you Dom this was a good story which I think deserved being much longer. I was also unsure as to who was speaking, nor the significance of the moccasans, or was there none. If I am honest I think the brevity spoilt a great story although it was a good effort but really would like to see it made longer

take care

david

Dee at 18:45 on 09 August 2004  Report this post
Goddy, welcome to RLG land.

I enjoyed this very much. It reads like the prologue to a novel. Just whet my appetite for the rest of the tale.

Well done.

Dee.
x


roovacrag at 20:25 on 09 August 2004  Report this post
Goddy.
This was bloody good. I agree with Dee,want a bit more.
Well done.
xx Alice

Jumbo at 00:00 on 13 August 2004  Report this post
Goddy

Brilliant!

As has already been said, this smacks of something much longer - there are just so many unanswered questions.

Great use of Sam's line!

All the best.

Jumbo

TheGodfather at 17:22 on 13 August 2004  Report this post
Everyone,

Thanks for the thoughts. I might very well extend this into a full-length short story or novel someday. It certainly has the potential content to do so. I'm glad ya'll liked it. I wasn't exactly sure what to expect with the RLG.

TheGodfather

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Further comments are certainly welcome.

Account Closed at 10:57 on 16 August 2004  Report this post
Hi TheGodfather,

I liked the sinister nature of this but wondered why he didn't seem to remember all the killings. I agree there is a longer story in there.
One tense slip: I start with the child's tent. In fact, the whole diary entry would work well in the present tense, make it more immediate, cold blooded.
Elspeth

bjlangley at 13:24 on 16 August 2004  Report this post
Hi The Godfather, it reads like you had fun with this, as you say above. The description of the killings is written in such a clinical way, it's very effective.

I agree with the others, that there's a much larger story in this.

All the best,

Ben


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