[Goosebumps 09] - Welcome to Camp Nightmare

  WELCOME TO

  CAMP NIGHTMARE

  Goosebumps - 09

  R.L. Stine

  (An Undead Scan v1.5)

  1

  I stared out the dusty window as the camp bus bounced over the narrow, winding road. I could see sloping red hills in the distance beneath a bright yellow sky.

  Stumpy white trees lined the road like fence posts. We were way out in the wilderness. We hadn’t passed a house or a farm for nearly an hour.

  The bus seats were made of hard blue plastic. When the bus hit a bump, we all bounced up off our seats. Everyone laughed and shouted. The driver kept growling at us, yelling for us to pipe down.

  There were twenty-two kids going to camp on the bus. I was sitting in the back row on the aisle, so I could count them all.

  There were eighteen boys and only four girls. I guessed that the boys were all going to Camp Nightmoon, which is where I was going. The girls were going to a girls’ camp nearby.

  The girls sat together in the front rows and talked quietly to each other. Every once in a while, they’d glance back quickly to check out the boys.

  The boys were a lot louder than the girls, cracking jokes, laughing, making funny noises, shouting out dumb things. It was a long bus ride, but we were having a good time.

  The boy next to me was named Mike. He had the window seat. Mike looked a little like a bulldog. He was kind of chubby, with a round face and pudgy arms and legs. He had short, spiky black hair, which he scratched a lot. He was wearing baggy brown shorts and a sleeveless green T-shirt.

  We had been sitting together the whole trip, but Mike didn’t say much. I figured he was shy, or maybe very nervous. He told me this was his first time at sleepaway camp.

  It was my first time, too. And I have to admit that, as the bus took me farther and farther from my home, I was already starting to miss my mom and dad just a little.

  I’m twelve, but I’ve never really stayed away from home before. Even though the long bus ride was fun, I had this sad kind of feeling. And I think Mike was feeling the same way.

  He pressed his chubby face against the window glass and stared out at the red hills rolling by in the distance.

  “Are you okay, Mike?” I asked.

  “Yeah. Sure, Billy,” he replied quickly without turning around.

  I thought about my mom and dad. Back at the bus station, they had seemed so serious. I guess they were nervous, too, about me going off to camp for the first time.

  “We’ll write every day,” Dad said.

  “Do your best,” Mom said, hugging me harder than usual.

  What a weird thing to say. Why didn’t she say, “Have a good time”? Why did she say, “Do your best”?

  As you can tell, I’m a bit of a worrier.

  The only other boys I’d met so far were the two in the seat in front of us. One was named Colin. He had long brown hair down to his collar, and he wore silver sunglasses so you couldn’t see his eyes. He acted kind of tough, and he wore a red bandanna on his forehead. He kept tying and untying the bandanna.

  Sitting next to him in the seat on the aisle was a big, loud kid named Jay. Jay talked a lot about sports and kept bragging about what a good athlete he was. He liked showing off his big, muscular arms, especially when one of the girls turned around to check us out.

  Jay teased Colin a lot and kept wrestling with him, gripping Colin’s head in a headlock and messing up Colin’s bandanna. You know. Just kidding around.

  Jay had wild, bushy red hair that looked as if it had never been brushed. He had big blue eyes. He never stopped grinning and horsing around. He spent the whole trip telling gross jokes and shouting things at the girls.

  “Hey—what’s your name?” Jay called to a blond-haired girl who sat at the front by the window.

  She ignored him for a long time. But the fourth time Jay called out the question, she turned around, her green eyes flashing. “Dawn,” she replied. Then she pointed to the red-haired girl next to her. “And this is my friend Dori.”

  “Hey—that’s amazing! My name is Dawn, too!” Jay joked.

  A lot of the guys laughed, but Dawn didn’t crack a smile. “Nice to meet you, Dawn,” she called back to him. Then she turned around to the front.

  The bus bounced over a hole in the road, and we all bounced with it.

  “Hey, look, Billy,” Mike said suddenly, pointing out the window.

  Mike hadn’t said anything for a long time. I leaned toward the window, trying to see what he was pointing at.

  “I think I saw a prairie cat,” he said, still staring hard.

  “Huh? Really?” I saw a clump of low white trees and a lot of jagged red rocks. But I couldn’t see any prairie cats.

  “It went behind those rocks,” Mike said, still pointing. Then he turned toward me. “Have you seen any towns or anything?”

  I shook my head. “Just desert.”

  “But isn’t the camp supposed to be near a town?” Mike looked worried.

  “I don’t think so,” I told him. “My dad told me that Camp Nightmoon is past the desert, way out in the woods.”

  Mike thought about this for a while, frowning. “Well, what if we want to call home or something?” he asked.

  “They probably have phones at the camp,” I told him.

  I glanced up in time to see Jay toss something up toward the girls at the front. It looked like a green ball. It hit Dawn on the back of the head and stuck in her blond hair.

  “Hey!” Dawn cried out angrily. She pulled the sticky green ball from her hair. “What is this?” She turned to glare at Jay.

  Jay giggled his high-pitched giggle. “I don’t know. I found it stuck under the seat!” he called to her.

  Dawn scowled at him and heaved the green ball back. It missed Jay and hit the rear window, where it stuck with a loud plop.

  Everyone laughed. Dawn and her friend Dori made faces at Jay.

  Colin fiddled with his red bandanna. Jay slumped down low and raised his knees against the seat in front of him.

  A few rows ahead of me, two grinning boys were singing a song we all knew but with really gross words replacing the original words.

  A few other kids began to sing along.

  Suddenly, without warning, the bus squealed to a stop, the tires skidding loudly over the road.

  We all cried out in surprise. I bounced off my seat, and my chest hit the seat in front of me.

  “Ugh!” That hurt.

  As I slid back in the seat, my heart still pounding, the bus driver stood up and turned to us, leaning heavily into the aisle.

  “Ohh!” Several loud gasps filled the bus as we saw the driver’s face.

  His head was enormous and pink, topped with a mop of wild bright blue hair that stood straight up. He had long, pointed ears. His huge red eyeballs bulged out from their dark sockets, bouncing in front of his snoutlike nose. Sharp white fangs drooped from his gaping mouth. A green liquid oozed over his heavy black lips.

  As we goggled in silent horror, the driver tilted back his monstrous head and uttered an animal roar.

  2

  The driver roared so loud, the bus windows rattled.

  Several kids shrieked in fright.

  Mike and I both ducked down low, hiding behind the seat in front of us.

  “He’s turned into a monster!” Mike whispered, his eyes wide with fear.

  Then we heard laughter at the front of the bus.

  I raised myself up in time to see the bus driver reach one hand up to his bright blue hair. He tugged—and his face slid right off!

  “Ohhh!” Several kids shrieked in horror.

  But we quickly realized that the face dan gling from the driver’s hand was a mask. He had been wearing a rubber monster mask.

  His real face was perfectly normal, I saw with relief. He had pale skin, short, thinning black hair, and tiny blue eyes. He laughed, shaking his head, enjoying his joke.

  “This fools ’em every time!” he declared, holding up the ugly mask.

  A few kids laughed along with him. But most of us were too surprised and confused to think it was funny.

  Suddenly, his expression changed. “Everybody out!” he ordered gruffly.

  He pulled a lever and the door slid open with a whoosh.

  “Where are we?” someone called out.

  But the driver ignored the question. He tossed the mask onto the driver’s seat. Then, lowering his head so he wouldn’t bump the roof, he quickly made his way out the door.

  I leaned across Mike and stared out the window, but I couldn’t see much. Just mile after mile of flat yellow ground, broken occasionally by clumps of red rock. It looked like a desert.

  “Why are we getting out here?” Mike asked, turning to me. I could see he was really worried.

  “Maybe this is the camp,” I joked. Mike didn’t think that was funny.

  We were all confused as we pushed and shoved our way off the bus. Mike and I were the last ones off since we were sitting in the back.

  As I stepped onto the hard ground, I shielded my eyes against the bright sunlight high in the afternoon sky. We were in a flat, open area. The bus was parked beside a concrete platform, about the size of a tennis court.

  “It must be some kind of bus station or something,” I told Mike. “You know. A drop-off point.”

  He had his hands shoved into the pockets of his shorts. He kicked at the dirt but didn’t say anything.

  On the other side of the platform, Jay was messing around with a boy I hadn’t met yet. Colin was leaning against the side of the bus, being cool. The four girls were standing in a circle near the front of the platform, talking quietly about something.

  I watched the driver walk over to the side of the bus and pull open the luggage compartment. He began pulling out bags and camp trunks and carrying them to the concrete platform.

  A couple of guys had sat down on the edge of the platform to watch the driver work. Across the platform, Jay and the other guy started a contest, tossing little red pebbles as far as they could.

  Mike, his hands still buried in his pockets, stepped up behind the sweating bus driver. “Hey, where are we? Why are we stopping here?” Mike asked him nervously.

  The driver slid a heavy black trunk from the back of the luggage compartment. He completely ignored Mike’s questions. Mike asked them again. And again the driver pretended Mike wasn’t there.

  Mike made his way back to where I was standing, walking slowly, dragging his shoes across the hard ground. He looked really worried.

  I was confused, but I wasn’t worried. I mean, the bus driver was calmly going about his business, unloading the bus. He knew what he was doing.

  “Why won’t he answer me? Why won’t he tell us anything?” Mike demanded.

  I felt bad that Mike was so nervous. But I didn’t want to hear any more of his questions. He was starting to make me nervous, too.

  I wandered away from him, making my way along the side of the platform to where the four girls were standing. Across the platform, Jay and his buddies were still having their stone-throwing contest.

  Dawn smiled at me as I came closer. Then she glanced quickly away. She’s really pretty, I thought. Her blond hair gleamed in the bright sunlight.

  “Are you from Center City?” her friend Dori asked, squinting at me, her freckled face twisted against the sun.

  “No,” I told her. “I’m from Midlands. It’s north of Center City. Near Outreach Bay.”

  “I know where Midlands is!” Dori snapped snottily. The other three girls laughed.

  I could feel myself blushing.

  “What’s your name?” Dawn asked, staring at me with her green eyes.

  “Billy,” I told her.

  “My bird’s name is Billy!” she exclaimed, and the girls all laughed again.

  “Where are you girls going?” I asked quickly, eager to change the subject. “I mean, what camp?”

  “Camp Nightmoon. There’s one for boys and one for girls,” Dori answered. “This is an all-Camp Nightmoon bus.”

  “Is your camp near ours?” I asked. I didn’t even know there was a Camp Nightmoon for girls.

  Dori shrugged. “We don’t know,” Dawn replied. “This is our first year.”

  “All of us,” Dori added.

  “Me, too,” I told them. “I wonder why we stopped here.”

  The girls all shrugged.

  I saw that Mike was lingering behind me, looking even more scared. I turned and made my way back to him.

  “Look. The driver is finished carrying out our stuff,” he said, pointing.

  I turned in time to see the driver slam the luggage compartment door shut.

  “What’s happening?” Mike cried. “Is someone picking us up here? Why did he unload all our stuff?”

  “I’ll go find out,” I said quietly. I started to jog over to the driver. He was standing in front of the open bus door, mopping his perspiring forehead with the short sleeve of his tan driver’s uniform.

  He saw me coming—and quickly climbed into the bus. He slid into the driver’s seat, pulling a green sun visor down over his forehead as I stepped up to the door.

  “Is someone coming for us?” I called in to him.

  To my surprise, he pulled the lever, and the bus door slammed shut in my face.

  The engine started up with a roar and a burst of gray exhaust fumes.

  “Hey!” I screamed, and pounded angrily on the glass door.

  I had to leap back as the bus squealed away, its tires spinning noisily on the hard dirt. “Hey!” I shouted. “You don’t have to run me over!”

  I stared angrily as the bus bounced onto the road and roared away. Then I turned back to Mike. He was standing beside the four girls. They were all looking upset now.

  “He—he left,” Mike stammered as I approached them. “He just left us here in the middle of nowhere.”

  We gazed down the road at the bus until it disappeared over the darkening horizon. We all grew very quiet.

  A few seconds later, we heard the frightening animal cries.

  Very close. And getting closer.

  3

  “Wh-what’s that?” Mike stammered.

  We turned in the direction of the shrill cries.

  They seemed to be coming from across the platform. At first, I thought that Jay and Colin and their friends were playing a joke on us, making the animal cries to frighten us.

  But then I saw the scared, wide-eyed expressions on their faces. Jay, Colin, and the others had frozen in place. They weren’t making the noises.

  The cries grew louder. Closer.

  Shrill warnings.

  And then, staring into the distance beyond the platform, I saw them. Small, dark creatures, keeping low, rolling rapidly along the flat ground, tossing their heads back and uttering excited shrieks as they came toward us.

  “What are they?” Mike cried, moving close to me.

  “Are they prairie wolves?” Dori asked in a trembling voice.

  “I hope not!” one of the other girls called out.

  We all climbed onto the concrete platform and huddled behind our trunks and bags.

  The animal cries grew louder as the creatures drew near. I could see dozens of them. They scurried toward us over the flat ground as if being blown by the wind.

  “Help! Somebody help us!” I heard Mike scream.

  Next to me, Jay still had two of the red pebbles from his stone-throwing competition in his hand. “Pick up rocks!” he was shouting frantically. “Maybe we can scare them away!”

  The creatures stopped a few yards from the concrete platform and raised themselves up menacingly on their hind feet.

&n bsp; Huddled between Mike and Jay, I could see them clearly now. They were wolves or wildcats of some sort. Standing upright, they were nearly three feet tall.

  They had slender, almost scrawny bodies covered with spotty red-brown fur. Their paws had long silvery claws growing out of them. Their heads were nearly as slender as their bodies. Tiny red weasel eyes stared hungrily at us. Their long mouths snapped open and shut, revealing double rows of silvery, daggerlike teeth.

  “No! No! Help!” Mike dropped to his knees. His entire body convulsed in a shudder of terror.

  Some of the kids were crying. Others gaped at the advancing creatures in stunned silence.

  I was too scared to cry out or move or do anything.

  I stared at the row of creatures, my heart thudding, my mouth as dry as cotton.

  The creatures grew silent. Standing a few feet from the platform, they eyed us, snapping their jaws loudly, hungrily. White froth began to drip from their mouths.

  “They—they’re going to attack!” a boy yelled.

  “They look hungry!” I heard one of the girls say.

  The white froth poured thickly over their pointed teeth. They continued to snap their jaws. It sounded like a dozen steel traps being snapped shut.

  Suddenly, one of them leaped onto the edge of the platform.

  “No!” several kids cried out in unison.

  We huddled closer together, trying to stay behind the pile of trunks and bags.

  Another creature climbed onto the platform. Then three more.

  I took a step back.

  I saw Jay pull back his arm and heave a red rock at one of the frothing creatures. The rock hit the platform with a crack and bounced away.

  The creatures were not frightened. They arched their backs, preparing to attack.

  They began to make a high-pitched chattering sound.

  And moved nearer. Nearer.

  Jay threw another rock.

  This one hit one of the advancing creatures on the side. It uttered a shrill eek of surprise. But it kept moving steadily forward, its red eyes trained on Jay, its jaws snapping hungrily.

  “Go away!” Dori cried in a trembling voice. “Go home! Go away! Go away!”