[A semi-parody
of Agatha Christie’s And Then There Were None and all those camp horror
movies]
(At night in the
woods, five figures sit around a campfire)
Camper 1: So,
did anyone else get a weird invitation to come to this campsite and then found
a note stabbed to their bunk’s pillow when they got here? (Others nod and hold up papers with dagger
holes in the middle) Thought as much.
Just to make sure we all got the same message – (Opens up another paper
with a dagger hole in the middle and reads) “You thought you could get away
with it, but you will be judged. By
me. I will judge you. Fatally, if that wasn’t clear – ” (Crumples
up the paper and tosses it into the fire) it goes on like that for a bit. I know we’re all strangers to each other, and
if this note’s true for all of us then it seems we’re all pretty nasty pieces
of work, but considering that there’s no cell phone service out here and all our
cars’ tires were slashed somehow after we arrived with no one seeing and the
only road in or out is now blocked by a sudden landslide from who-knows-where
that happened who-knows-when and I doubt any of us know how to navigate by the
stars or even basic cardinal directions to just walk on outta here, then we’re
going to have to work together and trust each other to survive.
Camper 2: We’re
all gonna die!
Camper 1: Don’t
say stuff like that, it’ll start catching!
Anywho, I might as well go first with the trust portion: my crimes are
embezzlement, fraud, and egregious telemarketing, and if I’d known that this
would be the final result of a lifetime of deceit… yeah, I probably still
would’ve done it all again; I made a lot of money.
Camper 2: Well,
if my only chance of surviving all this is your physical and emotional support,
then here goes: my crime is, in the words of The Bard –
Camper 3: Ugh,
Shakespeare, really?
Camper 2:
Hush. In the words of The Bard, my crime
is that I am “one that loved not wisely, but too well.”
Camper 3: Ugh, Othello,
really?
Camper 4: Talk
about inappropriate appropriation.
Camper 2: All
right: I run a lonely hearts racket, and after I’ve taken all their money I
post embarrassing videos my victims had sent me, for kicks and giggles. I blur their faces, but they know it’s them.
Camper 3:
<Gasp!> That was you?!
Camper 2:
…Maybe. There’s so many of us out there;
who’s to tell?
Camper 1: (To
Camper 3) What’s your story, then?
Camper 3: Oh, I
e-mail ransomware viruses to major corporations and make them pay me millions to
unlock their systems. Although, the
other day I accidentally attacked my own bank and now I’m locked out of my
accounts and it’s been a nightmare getting back in, so I guess the joke’s on me. I really shouldn’t have received an invite to
this whole fiasco, you know – haven’t I been punished enough?
Camper 1:
Gross. (To Camper 4) And you?
Camper 4:
Wellllll, I suppose you could say that I make the most of what life has to
offer: when I see an opportunity, I grab it with both hands and run away with
it, no matter the consequences, no matter the cost –
Camper 1: You’re
a porch pirate?
Camper 4:
Yeah. (Briefly holds open one side of a
jacket to show an array of accessories) I’ve actually found myself with an excess
of smartwatches at the moment, if anyone’s interested.
Camper 1: Maybe
later. (Turns to the fifth figure) And,
last but not least: what brings you here?
Oblivia: (Looks
up from a game of solitaire that is spread out on the ground) Hm? Oh: I think I turned off the main road too
early – this isn’t the Relaxation Getaway Camp is it?
Camper 1: No,
this is the Middle-of-Nowhere Doom Camp.
Oblivia: That’s
too bad; probably won’t get my deposit back at this point, either.
Camper 2: Hold
on: if you didn’t receive a threatening invitation and supposedly aren’t
involved in any of this, how do we know you’re not the one who invited
us all here and is planning to kill us, hm?!
Oblivia: (Stares
blankly at Camper 2 for a few moments) Oh!
Is this like dinner theater, only an outdoor camp version? OK, I call dibs on being the last victim!
Camper 2: Are
you for real?!
Oblivia: All
right, fine, you can be the last victim, then. I’ll be the detective if no one else wants
it. (The others now stare blankly at
Oblivia) So, anyone here bring
s’mores? `Cause I sure didn’t.
(A masked figure
with a roaring chainsaw comes charging out of the woods at them)
Masked Figure:
(Raises the chainsaw high) JUSTICE!!!!!
Campers 1-4:
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! (They flee
into the woods in four different directions)
Oblivia: (Still
sitting at the campfire; points to the chainsaw) Oh hey, does that thing actually
work?
Masked Figure:
Huh? (Shakes head briefly, then runs off
into the woods) JUSTICE!!!!!
Oblivia: (Starts
poking the fire with a stick) Hm: wonder when the guided hike is supposed to
start around here?
(In the woods,
Campers 2 and 3 crash into each other)
Camper 2:
(Holding bruised head) Ouch! I don’t
wanna die!
Camper 3: (Also
holding bruised head) It’s OK: as long as we stick together, we’ll be all
right! I think.
Camper 2: Aw,
you still want to stick together even after I posed that video of you
ugly-crying about your kindergarten birthday party?
Camper 3: It was
my second grade birthday party, and I already hacked your social media accounts
to post only controversial opinions from now on, so we’re even.
Camper 2: Oh
good; I was afraid things between us would be weird.
(They crouch
down behind a large tree upon hearing heavy footsteps approaching)
Camper 3:
(Whispering frantically) This is it!
What do we do?!
Camper 2: (Also
whispering) Run some more?
Camper 3: (Grabs
a large fallen branch) I think the time has come for us to fight back!
Camper 2: You’re
so brave! (Starts to retreat to another
tree) I’ll cheer you on from over here.
Camper 3:
Uh-uh. (Hands another branch to Camper
2) You’re my back-up.
Camper 2:
(Tentatively takes the branch with two fingers) Um… you sure about that?
(They crouch
lower behind the tree as the footsteps get louder; they see Masked Figure
through the trees stomping their way, closer, and closer, and – )
Oblivia:
(Strolls up behind Camper 2 and Camper 3) Oh hey, maybe you two can help: could
you point me in the direction of the lake so I can do some moonlight swimming
or fishing or something?
Camper 3:
(Turning around to Oblivia) You – !
Masked Figure:
(Raises the chainsaw and runs toward the group) JUSTICE!!!!!
Camper 2 and
Camper 3: (Dropping the branches and running away) AIIIIIIII!!!!!!
Oblivia:
(Watching all three run, then shrugs and walks off in the opposite direction)
Gotta be around here somewhere….
(Camper 1
arrives at the main bunkhouse, bursts through the front door, and starts
frenziedly searching through possessions and beds)
Camper 1:
(Muttering) Where’re the knives – where’re the knives – where’re the knives –
where’re the – (Opens a closet door and Camper 4 falls out, landing on the
floor and clutching four daggers to the chest) OH MY GOSH IT’S HAPPENING!!!
Camper 4:
(Spitting out blood) Avenge – me –
Camper 1: I
will, I swear it! But first, tell me –
(Grabs Camper 4’s shoulders and stares deeply into the latter’s eyes) did you
take my shipment of vintage T-shirts I’d been waiting weeks to arrive?!
Camper 4:
(Shifty-eyed) …Well, if the box was just sitting right out there in the open –
Camper 1: Never
mind: justice has been served. (Walks
away from Camper 4 and back outside)
Camper 4:
…Blast….
(As Camper 1
stands on the bunkhouse steps, deep in thought, Camper 2 and Camper 3 run out
of the woods nearby)
Camper 3: Oh
good, you’re still alive!
Camper 1: I
am – one of us didn’t make it. (Jerks
head back toward the interior of the bunkhouse)
Camper 2: Ew, I
don’t wanna see that.
Camper 1:
(Descends the steps to join the others) So, we need to come up with a plan to
save our skins, fast.
Camper 2: How
about we dig a giant pit, line the inside with sharpened stakes, and cover the
whole thing with a quilt made out of sewn leaves?
Camper 1: With
what tools? And with what time?
Camper 2: You
said come up with a plan fast!
Camper 3: Oh, I
got it!
Camper 1 and
Camper 2: Yeah?!
Camper 3: We
call the cops!
Camper 1: Our
phones don’t work!
Camper 3: Oh
yeah – why’d I think of that, then?
Camper 2:
(Hopping up and down on alternating feet) Ooooh-ooooh – he’s gonna be here any
minute, I just know it!
(They all freeze
in horror, then slowly turn as they hear quick footsteps coming through the
woods)
Camper 1: This
is it! And I still have no idea what to
do!
Camper 3: Well,
he can’t get all of us if we stay in a group, right? (The other two look balefully at Camper 3)
Right?
(The footsteps
get louder and louder)
Oblivia:
(Emerging from the woods, holding a flashlight and a water bottle) Oh hey,
there you all are – I just finished the moderate trail, which was a joke;
anyone want to join me on the difficult trail and see if that’s an actual
challenge?
Camper 1:
(Points to Oblivia) You!
Oblivia: Me,
yes?
Camper 1: (As
all three approach Oblivia) He’s not after you! We’ll use you as a body shield. (Moves to grab her by the shirt collar)
Oblivia: (Instead
grabs Camper 1’s wrist and twists, making the latter writhe and nearly fall,
and then lets go) Excuse me, but if you all feel that you’re in such distress,
then why don’t you just call the cops?
Camper 3: That’s
what I said!
Camper 2:
There’s no cell service out here!
Oblivia: Yeah,
but I think that thing probably still works.
(Points to a nearby payphone)
Camper 3: Oh, that’s
why I said what I said! I just forgot
why I’d said it!
(All four run to
the payphone)
Camper 1: (Reads
the label) Calls are $1.00?!
Camper 2:
Anybody got any loose change?
(They all check
their pockets)
Camper 1:
(Counting coins on an upturned palm) I have 47¢.
Camper 2: I have
nothing.
Camper 3: I only
have a penny; I had two quarters, but I wound up throwing them in the tip
jar for snacks and coffee at the gas station – the bill was over $30, so they
were not happy.
Oblivia: I have
a $100, but it’s a fake.
Camper 1:
Daaaaaaaaaaang iiiiiiiiiiit –
Oblivia: Wait, I
have an idea. (Picks up the receiver and
dials a lot of numbers)
Voice: I’m
sorry, 9-1-1 does not accept collect calls.
Oblivia: (Hangs
up) Worth a shot.
Camper:
Wait-wait-wait, what are we doing, 9-1-1’s a free call! (Picks up the receiver and dials; there is
one ring, then silence) What – ?
Masked Figure:
(Pops up from behind the payphone, holding up the roaring chainsaw in one hand
and a severed wire in the other) AHA!
(The Campers
jump and scream)
Oblivia: (To
Masked Figure) Wow, you sure are stealthy.
Masked Figure: I
HAVE YOU NOW, AND JUSTICE WILL BE – (Oblivia lobs the flashlight at Masked
Figure’s head and knocks him down) OW! Hey!
Director: (Bursts out of the woods with
several crew members) CUT! What just
happened?!
Actor 1: I dunno, Boss, you told us to keep
going no matter what.
Actor 2: Yeah, I thought maybe she was a new
hire you brought in to keep us on our toes or add to the authenticity or
something.
Oblivia: (In a small voice) What is going
on…?
Director: I can’t believe this – we’re
thousands over budget on a no-budget slasher, and now we’re on the verge of
scrapping the whole thing because we can’t secure the set!
Actor 3: Can’t you just delete the messed-up
parts and shoot over those?
Director: You know I’m using 8mm film!
Oblivia: Ooh, old school.
Director: (To Actor 4, who was helped back
up to standing by the crew) Are you OK?
Actor 4: (Lifting up the mask and rubbing a
growing bruise on the head) I think so, but I still can barely see a thing in
this mask.
Director: Don’t worry about that – it makes
you lumber around all over the place, which looks great. (To the others) All right, just keep going
and we’ll fix it in post. (To Oblivia)
And you –
Oblivia: Yes?
Director: Just watch, OK?
Oblivia: That’s mainly what I’ve been
doing. It’s been a lot of fun so far –
you got any activities like this planned for tomorrow?
Director: We’ve gotta be out of here by
tomorrow: our permits expire by then and the Scouts are coming in to hike the
bird watch trail!
Oblivia: Oh, that’s too bad.
Director: (Walking back to the woods with
the crew members as Actor 4 lowers the mask in place) Pick it up from “I have
you now” – aaaaaaaand ACTION!
Masked Figure:
(Raises the roaring chainsaw overhead) I HAVE YOU NOW, AND JUSTICE WILL BE
SERVED!
Campers 1-3:
(Holding each other in terror) OH NO!
Oblivia: (Yawns)
This is getting a bit repetitive – let me know how it ends in the morning,
yeah? Thanks. (Turns away and walks into the bunkhouse as
the other four watch)
Masked Figure:
…YAHHHH!!!!
Campers 1-3:
WAHHHH!!!!
(Masked Figure
chases Campers 1, 2, and 3 into the woods again as Oblivia picks her way
through the mess that Camper 1 had made earlier, then trips over Camper 4)
Oblivia: Oops, sorry. (Sees the daggers sticking out of Actor 5’s
chest) You OK?
Actor 5: (Spits out some more red liquid)
Actually, could you grab me some water, please?
This stuff tastes disgusting.
Oblivia: Sure. (Fills up a glass of water and hands it down
to Actor 5)
Actor 5: Much obliged. (Gulps the water, then swishes and spits out
the mess back into the glass)
Oblivia: Whelp, I’m going to bed – you gonna
be all right down there?
Actor 5: Oh yeah, just... waiting.
Oblivia: Cool-cool. (Dives onto a bunk without changing into
pajamas, tucks the blankets under her chin, and sighs in contentment) Well,
that was something different. I wonder
if they’re all having as much fun as I am?