Chapter 28: The Cult Nanny Meets the Devil Loli
The beat-up yellow school bus rattled along for nearly two hours on a bumpy dirt road before finally stopping in front of a faded wooden sign reading, "Welcome to Camp Crystal Lake."
Sunlight filtered through towering pine trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground, and the air smelled of pine needles and damp earth.
The camp looked exactly like those old photographs from decades ago: rows of basic cabins, a wide lake, and a wooden dock that looked ready to collapse at any moment.
"Wow, this place looks... super vintage," one student said dramatically, dragging their suitcase.
"Vintage? This is straight-up prehistoric," another girl complained. "Is there even cell service here? Oh my God, not even one bar!"
The kids chattered as they poured off the bus, eager to claim their cabins and start a week-long party.
Edward and Carrie followed the crowd, him carrying his backpack looking as casual as if he were heading to a picnic, not entering a death trap.
"You don't look disappointed at all," Carrie whispered.
"Disappointed about what? These run-down cabins, this isolated location, these hormone-crazy teenagers," Edward looked around, nodding with satisfaction. "It's the perfect textbook opening for a slasher film. All the essential elements are here—just waiting for our star to show up."
As night fell, a massive bonfire blazed in the center of camp.
Guitar music, singing, and teenage laughter mingled together, pushing back the forest darkness.
Most students gathered around the fire, playing games or sneaking flirty glances at each other.
Edward wasn't interested in this kind of party.
He nudged Carrie beside him. "Come on, let's go do some actual investigating."
The two quietly slipped away from the rowdy crowd into the adjacent woods.
Moonlight was fragmented by the dense canopy, and the surroundings were so quiet you could only hear insects chirping and their footsteps crunching on fallen leaves.
"Where... are we going?" Carrie followed behind him, slightly nervous.
"To find the local celebrity," Edward pulled a heavy-duty flashlight from his backpack, its beam sweeping through the dark woods. "Generally speaking, he likes to live in some dilapidated shack by the lake, or even at the bottom of the lake. We'll start searching the shoreline."
They walked along the lake shore but found nothing except a few abandoned tool sheds practically falling apart.
The lake water gleamed dark and deep under the moonlight, like the eye of some silent, watching beast.
"Maybe... those are just urban legends?" Carrie ventured.
"Impossible," Edward said with certainty. "A summer camp without a serial killer is like pizza without cheese—it just doesn't work."
The next two days passed peacefully.
Students went boating, swimming, and tried archery, completely absorbed in typical summer camp fun.
The legendary "Blood Camp," aside from having way too many mosquitoes, seemed no different from any ordinary lakeside retreat.
Edward hadn't found a single trace of Jason, which seriously bummed him out.
On the afternoon of the third day, he just grabbed a fishing rod and sat on the rickety dock to fish.
Carrie sat quietly beside him, watching him occasionally pull up the rod, then drop it back down in disappointment.
"What are you fishing for?" Carrie asked curiously.
"Jason," Edward replied dead serious. "Think about it—he lives at the bottom of the lake year-round, maybe he's evolved gills by now. What if he gets hungry and wants to try something new, and takes my bait?"
Carrie burst out laughing, her eyes crinkling like crescent moons.
While Camp Crystal Lake stayed peaceful, another "party" was reaching its peak at the Connor house a hundred miles away.
Music blasted through the living room, and beer bottles and chip bags littered the floor.
The nanny, Bee, had invited a few of her friends over to Edward's place to "hang out."
There was Max, a hulking dude covered in tattoos snaking up his neck.
There was Allison, a smoking-hot blonde in a crop top.
And there was Sonja, a badass-looking Asian girl with heavy smokey eye makeup.
Besides them, there was also a skinny guy wearing thick-rimmed glasses—some friend Sonja had brought along.
Lily, clutching her teddy bear, sat on the stairs leading to the second floor, her little legs dangling, watching these adults play childish games—Truth or Dare—like a spectator at a zoo.
The bottle spun several times on the floor, its neck pointing at Bee.
"Truth or Dare?" Max grinned, showing off perfect white teeth.
"Dare," Bee lounged lazily on the couch, her eyes hazy like a satisfied cat.
"Alright," Allison smirked, dropping an explosive challenge. "Make out with everyone here. Tongue and everything."
Excited whoops and whistles filled the living room.
Bee smiled.
She stood up, walked gracefully to Max, cupped his face, and laid a deep kiss on him.
Then Allison, then Sonja.
Her movements were bold and provocative, cranking the atmosphere to maximum.
Finally, she approached the guy with glasses.
The dude was clearly flustered, his face turning red, nervously adjusting his frames.
"Your turn," Bee's voice dripped like honey as she slowly leaned down.
Just then, a pale bolt of lightning streaked across the distant sky.
Over Crystal Lake, storm clouds gathered and fierce wind howled.
A sudden thunderclap struck without warning, hitting the deep center of the lake dead-on.
The still lake water suddenly erupted in a massive splash, and electrical current surged through the water, flowing toward a rotting corpse chained at the lake bottom.
The fingers of that corpse twitched violently.
In the living room of the Connor house.
Under the excited and nervous gaze of the glasses guy, Bee's face still wore that sweet smile, but her eyes instantly turned cold and empty.
Her hands, lightning-quick, whipped out two sharp ice picks from behind her back and without hesitation plunged them viciously into both his temples.
"Shhhk—"
The sound of sharp blades piercing brain matter was faint, perfectly masked by the rolling thunder outside.
The man's body went rigid, his glasses slipped off, his eyes still holding that last trace of confusion and disbelief.
Blood gushed out along the ice pick handles.
The smiles vanished from Max, Allison, and Sonja's faces, replaced by expressions of fanatical devotion.
They didn't scream or panic, as if this bloody scene was merely a rehearsed ritual.
"Impure blood has been offered."
Bee released her grip, letting the corpse slump softly onto the carpet where blood rapidly spread into a dark crimson stain.
She wiped a droplet of blood that had splattered on her cheek, her movements as delicate as if polishing a work of art.
She turned around, her gaze falling on the stairs.
Max and the other two also looked in that direction.
Their eyes swept past the trashed living room, landing precisely on the little girl holding the teddy bear.
Lily was still sitting there, motionless.
She wasn't crying or scared—she just tilted her head, her innocent wide eyes reflecting the cooling corpse on the carpet and the blood-soaked woman beside it.
"Now, it's your turn."
Bee's voice was no longer sweet—it had become raspy and sinister, filled with religious fervor. "My dear little Lily, we need your... pure blood."
She reached toward Lily, a twisted smile spreading across her face. "For our great master, the Death Witch of the Underworld, Dorothy, requires your soul as a sacrifice. Mix the sacrificial blood with your pure blood, and she will grant us eternal life!"
In the living room, the three fanatics' breathing grew heavy, their eyes filled with longing for their deity and greed for the offering before them.
On the stairs, Lily looked at them, and then she suddenly smiled.
It was an angelic, sweet, innocent smile.
She spoke in her childlike voice, her words clearly reaching everyone's ears in the pauses between thunderclaps:
"Okay then... come and get me."
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