Girl's Weekend in the Woods

Warning. Extremeky dark and deeoly disturbing. Be warned: it is not a nice story and does not have a happy ending! Reader be warned!!


ynopsis: Five friends go into the woods for the weekend where they are hunted by a pschopath

Tracy – 35 blonde hair green eyes married mother of three
Lindsay – 33 sandy hair green eyes married mother of three
Kayla – 29 red hair blue eyes married mother of one
Amanda – 33 brown hair brown ayes mother of two
Carrie – 32 brownish red hair green eyes recently divorced (but now engaged), mother of one


Friday afternoon
Somewhere in West Virginia

Lindsay was out of the car before it had even stopped.
“Ungh, five hours in the car and only one stop? I have to pee,” she said and ran off to hide behind a tree. The other four piled out.
“Wow, talk about remote,” Amanda said looking around.
“Yup, no cell phones, no computers, no technology, no kids and, no husbands for three more days,” Kayla said. Lindsay returned a moment later.
“You have to see this,” she said. The other’s followed her around the treeline. A sparkling clear blue lake was at the bottom of the hill.
“Let’s go swimming,” Amanda said.
“We need to set up camp first,” Tracy said
“Well obviously. But after that, Amanda said. The girls went back to their site, set up the tents, the food tent, then got changed and raced each other down to the lake, the whole time, unaware of the eyes that were on them.


Friday evening

The only sounds heard as darkness fell, was the crackling of the fire and the laughter of the women. The reason they were on this ‘girls weekend’, as they called it was that Carrie was getting married in a month and her husband lived on the other side of the country. Carrie had never been to California so she was excited about it. She was also a small town girl from North Carolina, and LA seemed too big for her. But this weekend was all about hanging with her ‘sisters’. In fact, except for Amanda, they had grown up together, same town, same church, same school. Amanda had moved into town in the last year of high school but hit it off with Carrie and her friends quickly. Finally, Carrie tretched and stood up.
“I’m beat. Time to turn in,” she said, stifling a yawn. The other’s agreed and after going to the washroom and cleaning their teeth, they climbed into their tents and quickly fell asleep.


Before dawn Saturday morning

Tracy woke up and listened for a moment. What had awakened her? She listened intently. There it was again. Footsteps? Who was it?
“Hello?” She clled out whispering. There was no response and the noise stopped. She rolled over and went back to sleep.


A little before noon Saturday

The morning mist had long evaporated when Carrie, Lindsay, Kayla and Amanda woke up. They smelled food.
“Good morning ladies,” Tracy greeted them. She was crouched over the fire,
wearing khaki shorts and a with tank-top with a New York Yankees’ baseball cap turned backwards.
“Bacon and eggs cooked over the fire, and insta-crap,” she said smiling.
“Hey,” Carrie said. Coffee is cofee.”
“’Cept when it’s insta-crap,” Tracy said. Carrie smiled and poured herself a cup. She put in the sugar and went to grab cream from the cooler which was locked in the car, plugged into the lighter to keep it running. She walked around to the driver’s side.
“Hmmm, who left the door unlocked?” she asked.
“You drove,” Kayla said.
“Nobody’s been in the car since we got here?” the other four girls denied it. Carrie shrugged. Maybe it was her fault. She reached for the cooler lid. The food wasn’t as packed when they had packed it Friday afternoon.
“Okay, someone was in the car last night, because someone was in the cooler last night.” She stated looking at them accusingly.
“Carrie, nobody was in the car last night.
“How do you explain this?” Carrie asked. The other four got up and walked over to the car. Sure enough, somebody had gotten into the car and rooted through the cooler.
“Who was walking around out here last night?” Tracy asked, “there’s our culprit.’ Again, all of them denied it.
“It was probably some drunk guy lookin’ for booze,” Amanda said.
“Mandy, we’re in the middle of nowhere. Utterly secluded. Wasn’t it you who said something about it being remote?” Carrie said. Lindsay jumped in before Amanda could answer.
“Let’s just forget about it, and enjoy the rest of our weekend.” Carrie grabbed the cream, double checked the car was locked and went back to the fire.

The rest of the day was enjoyable, swimming, hiking, and just being generally lazy. As the sub slid down lower and lower into the west. They had dinner and sat around the fire for hours and again laughed and talked far into the night. Eventually though, they decided to go to bed.


A little after midnight Saturday night

Tracy awoke agaim. For the second night in a row, she heard footsteps outside her tent. Grabbing her flashlight, she crawled out of her tent as silently as possible. She looked around, towards the car and a cursory sweep around the tents. Figuring, she scared him off, she turned to go back into her tent. The last thing she remembered, was a black figure. He swung at her, and Tracy felt the blow to the face and then darkness.


Without opening her eyes, Tracy knew she was in trouble. She could feel the zip-ties binding her wrists behind her back. Her ankles were also bound together, she guessed tape, judging by the stickiness holding her lips closed over the wad in her mouth. she could feel the sand and breeze on every part of her body. She concluded, therefore, that she was bound and gagged, naked on the beach.
“I know you’re awake bitch,” a male voice near her said. She opened her eyes and nearly had a heart attack. The figure was easily over six and a half feet tall and looked like the linebacker she dated in college. He was sitting on a folding chair in front of a fire. He walked over to the shadows and came back with a red gasoline tank. He poured it all over Tracy’s body. Tracy squirmed and sreamed, knowing what was coming next. Sure enough, when the tank was empty, he placed in on her chest, picked up a burning log from the fire and tossed it, landing between Tracy’s legs. The pain of being burned alive was excruciating, to say the least. Just before Tracy felt her body shut down in a tidal wave of pan, she felt her bowels and bladder void.


Just before dawn Sunday morning

Lindsay woke up. She listened to the sound of silence. She realized she had to pee. Pulling on her jeans and sandals, she crawled out of her tent, walked and to behind a tree. As she was finished she felt as though, eyes were on her. She looked up and cried out in fear. A tall figure dressed in black, with a lrge machete and backpack, stood barring her way to her tent. She took off screaming towards the beach. There was a smoldering black spot that she assumed had been his camptire, she ran past it, not even bothering to look at it. Lindsay was taller than average and her well-toned legs propelled her through the sand. She looked back, he was gaining on her. Her eyes widened as she saw a large, long, and extremely sharp tree branch. Watching over her shoulder, she missed the rock in front of her and tripped. She slammed into the sand hard, knocking the wind from her. She tried to crawl away but a booted fot came down on her leg, she collapsed in pain, her tears running down her face and onto the sand. She tasted sand as he slammed her head into the sand. A moment later, his booted foot flipped Lindsay onto her back. She let out a scream as he raised his arm. Her scream turned into a gurgled grunt as he thrust his ‘spear’ through her chest. She looked down to see the spear impaling her chest. Blood pooled from in her mouth. her body began to go numb before mercifully, darkness overcame her.


A couple hours before noon Sunday

Carrie and Amanda were pulled from a restful sleep by a blood curdling scream. Both spilled out of their tents to find Kayla on the ground crying, pointing at the fire pit. Both girls looked at what she was pointing at. They could make the charred remains of Tracy.
“Guys, Lindsay’s tent’s open to.” Carrie said.
“We gotta’ find her,” Amanda said. Kayla was too shaken to be of much help so Amanda and Carrie went to find her. Amanda made it to the tree line, when she collapsed and screamed, before vommitting. Carrie knew Amanda haf found Lindsay’s body. Before heading over to where Amanda was, she readied herself for what she might find. Nothing could’ve prepared her for what she found. Lindsay was up a few feet, the spear through her chest. More disturbing still, her hands were stretched above her head palms crossed and a long 9” spike impaling them. Her jeans were around her ankles and her panties were missing. Her cheeks bulged under the silvery-grey duct tape securing her lips. Upon seeing her friend in this horrendous state, Carrie vomited too. Kayla rubbed her nose with the back of her hand, and started to head in their direction. Amanda reached her first.
“I have to see,” Kayla pleaded.
“No, I promise you, you don’t want to see her like this,” Amanda said, her hands on Kayla’s shoulders.
“No, I have to. She and I were friends before we even met Carrie and Tracy and you. I have to see her.” Kayla said beginning again to sob.
“All the more reason you don’t want to see her like this. Remember her as she was, happy and easygoing,” Carrie said getting to her feet and rubbing the remnants of her vomit away from the corners of her mouth with her hand. Kayla ran to the car to grab her cell phone. She had no connection. Then she saw the tires. Both the driver’s side, tires were slashed. She wasn’t aware of the dark figure behind her, until he grabbed her, left arm around her neck, right hand over her mouth and pulled her away.

It was decided that Tracy and Lindsay should be buried in their sleeping bags, their jackets covering their heads. Carrie and Amanda dug two graves on the beach and buried their friends bodies, laying a heavy stone over them to keep them from being dug up by animals or washed out with the tide.
“Let’s get Kayla and get the hell out of here,” Carrie said. They trudged up to the campsite.
“Kayla?” they called out for her, “Kayla sweetie, we’re getting out of here,” Amanda called. Carrie checked Kay;a’s tent.
“OH NO, SHE’S NOT HERE,” Carrie screamed. She started to cry.


Meanwhile

The man had slapped a piece of duct tape over Kayla’s mouth quickly then with a sharp punch to the face, he dazed her, using zip ties he secured her wrists behind her back. He carried her down to the beach and watched, hidden as his first two victims were being buried. Whem Carrie and Amanda left, he pulled a long rope from the pack he was wearing. He threw Kayla to the ground and placed his left foot on the small of her back, he fashioned a noose and, expertly, flung it over a tree branch around 9’ up. He then placed the noose around the attractive redhead’s neck pulling the noose taught. He yanked Kayla’s jeans down to her ankles, before grabbing the end of the rope and gave it a tug. Kayla’s feet left the ground kicking helplessly in the air. He pulled again and she was hoisted into the air even higher. He located a strong tree branch and tied it in place. He smiled as Kayla kicked and struggled. His smile grew even bigger when her struggles weakened as she died. Now off the deal with Amanda and Carrie.


Back at the campsite

Carrie was sitting on the hard ground crying.
“Carrie we have to go find her. She could still be alive,” Amanda said.
“She’s not I assure you,” a deep male voice said behind her. Amanda swung around and both she and Carrie saw the man. He was nearly 7’ tall, built like a brick wall.
“Doug?” Carrie said, not sure she could even believe her eyes as her ex-husband fished a handgun out of his bag.
“Yup, it’s me babe!” he also pulled out a bundle of zip ties held together with an elastic band. He tossed them to the ground in front of Amanda. “Carrie dear, would you turn around and get on your knees with your hands crossed behind your back?” It wasn’t a question. Carrie had dated Doug Lee long enough to recognize that. Shaking she did as she was bidden. “Amanda please use those to tie Carrie’s hands behind her back…tightly!” The sharp point in his voice and the gun pointed at Carrie’s head betrayed his almost polite demeanor. Amanda did as she was told trying to keep them loose enough to not hurt her friend.
“What are you going to do to us Doug?” Carrie asked.
“Amanda, shut her up,” Doug said tossing a roll of duct tape on the ground in front of Amanda. Amanda tretched out a piece and pressed it down over her friend’s lips. “Amanda, kneel over here, facing me,” he instructed pointing near where he was standing. Shaking as well, she did as he instructed. He moved to behind his ex-wife and tightened the zip ties and removed the duct tape but replaced it with two pieces tighter than the first. He also bound Carrie’s feet together. He then returned to Amanda. Her wrists were bound behind her back and gagged her as well, but didn’t tie her feet. He forced Amanda, at gun-point back down to the beach while he carried Carrie. When they got there, he pointed at Kayla’s hanging corpse.
“I told ya’ she was dead,” he chuckled. “I think she was the prettiest of you all, ‘cept you hunnybun,” he said pinching Carrie on the ass. He dumped both his captives on the ground and removed leg-irons and a cinder block from his pack. He cinched one cuff around Amanda’s left ankle, laced the other end through the cinder block and attached it to Amanda’s right ankle. He helped her stand.
“Start walking bitch,” he said, giving her a shove towards the lake, “Out about half a mile, there’s a 10’ drop. It’ll be enough.” He laughed as Amanda started to cry. He watched as Amanda slowly waded into the lake, and smiled as she dropped from view. Finally, he pulled an extendable shovel from his bag. He dug a shallow pit. He pulled Carrie by her hair over to the shallow grave, dumping her on her knees. She wept bitterly as he made sure she saw his machete. He took a batter’s stane next to Carrie, holding the machete like a baseball bat.
“We were so happy,” he said as he lined up the deadly blade with his ex-wife’s neck, “then you had to go and get engaged to a corprate prick and move across the coutry, taking my daughter with you! Did you really think I was aboutto let the happen? Hmmm?” with that, he swung the blade. It perfectly seperated Carrie’s head and her headless body dropped into the hole. He dropped the machete into the hole. Sherrif Deputy Doug Lee filled in the hole over his lovely ex-wife’s severed head nd body.