For this one, you must convince a young counselor to help your ghost lay a camp to waste.
STORM (any gender, mid teens through late life)
Good. The first part is done. The camp director is gone. The rest of the camp is in chaos. Good. You wanted this, Jay. I know. Do you know how I know? Because you did it all yourself. Yes. You. Not me. I can only work through YOU.
Let's finish the job, Jay. Eliminate the other counselors. Block the roads. Let the storm sweep this camp clean. Tonight. Tonight. I can't guarantee anyone's survival. Not even yours. But I can promise you peace. You're spirit will move on after you're dead. And mine will finally move on as well.
We know the hell of being stuck. Don't we?
You: Never knowing when the depression will lift.
Never knowing if what you do will ever matter.
Never knowing if you'll... end up like your mother.
And me... contained in this camp, year after year
Frozen to the spot
Needing my revenge to move on
To move ON.
All the counselors are in the staff hut. They are going to start searching for you. Don't let them leave the hut. Reach your hand up. My hand will guide the lightning through you. Through you to them. And then out to the rest of the camp. We will move on.
Copyright 2016 by Matt Haynes.
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