Chuck is on his computer on this beautiful Sunday afternoon. He is eating hot pockets and playing Call of Halo on his iWindows PS360. As he fends off orcs and zombies, he contemplates what his life could be like if his past was different…
The moon was rising and the boys in the cabin were quieting down. Bunk bed after bunk bed littered the room. It smelled dusty, cramped, and kind of moldy. Bugs were crawling on the floor and some children sneezed, as they were not prepared for the cold weather. A few of the kids were already asleep and one was snoring. But put all that aside, and Outdoor Ed is a good time. For most people, at least.
Chuck had been painfully holding in gas all night in the attempt not to weaken his heart and, OF COURSE, not to embarrass himself among the kids. He was a teacher at Romona Elementary school, and was despised by the children because of his short temper. Some 4th graders call him "unpopular."
It was a full moon tonight, and everybody had heard and spread rumors about monsters roaming the camp on nights like this one. Windy, foggy, and most of all, below zero. It was a strange phenomenon for the temperature to drop like this in the fall. The windows crackled and sizzled as the freezing temperatures reached them. It took a while, but Chuck fell asleep.
A huge "disturbance" woke up Chuck in the middle of the night. He grasped his heart and forgot to breathe for several seconds. But for some reason, he heard no laughing fits, no chuckling students, and strangest of all, no muffled giggles. As he rose to see what was happening, he peered outside the window. There was a campfire. Those rotten kids. He thought. This was his first "Outdoor Ed," after all, and he was not aware of how they would behave. Chuck was ready to go bust them. He was on the lower bunk, and he jumped off. Keep in mind he is 289 pounds and 5’4”. As Chuck fell to the floor like a cannonball, the cold cement greeted him. Ooh. You are in HUGE trouble now…
He stepped in his shoes and nearly shouted. It was the most uncomfortable feeling he had ever experienced. Chuck assumed it had been raw eggs from breakfast the previous morning and the kids were playing pranks on him, but he wasn't entirely sure what the mystery substance was. Instead of using his shoes, he decided to go barefoot. He wouldn’t let that hold him back, he would take it as a sign. A motivation, per se. Which is why he reached into his bag and grabbed his ruler. Oh yes. The metal greeted his hand. And a smile was forming on his face.
Chuck could not wait to slap some sense into those kids and discipline them the old fashioned way. Deep down he knew he would get in trouble with the board of education, but at this point, the kids had done too much. He no longer cared. He was going to march right up to them and punch each one of them square in the gut. Then Chuck would drag them by the hair straight into the cabin and hit them with the ruler, soon afterwards he would lecture them all night, not allowing them to sleep. To him, a child NEEDS molding like this in order to mature into a graceful, civilized, and perfect adult. That was how Chuck was raised, after all. He opened up the cheap wooden door and a shrill scream could be heard throughout the entire campsite.
A group of adult sized things marched around the blazing tower. The monsters turned towards Chuck at that moment, so he got a good look at them. Some were hairy, some were slimy. Some were tall, some were short. Some of their eyes were green, some blue, some yellow, and some nonexistent. But one thing they all had in common: their teeth were blood red. Chuck could only imagine the horrible and extremely violent things the monsters had done to the children. THE CHILDREN! He thought, What happened to them? Chuck couldn't see any skeletons, any clothes, any anything that resembled what a 4th grader may have carried. They must've eaten them whole.
The monsters and the Chuck stood there, both refusing to budge. It was as if everything else in the universe halted and was waiting. They studied each other and tried to predict the next move. It must have been at least 5 minutes until Chuck's heart started to give way.