Late Night Campfire Chillers
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The Aztec demon is unleashed. The green bottle is his “trick.” They’re his bait.
When a group of friends decide to take a break for the night, pitching camp around a crackling fire, their team leader sees a creepy green bottle embedded in the ground. It looks ancient. He pulls it out, deciding to use it as a “spinner.”
And so, they all take turns to tell their tale, unaware that within this bottle abides an ancient creepy Aztec demon spirit, vowing to teach them all a lesson; one they will never forget.
Will they make it through the night? Or will the forces of evil prevail?
Rajeev Bhargava
Rajeev Bhargava lives in Harrow, Greater London.He enjoys writing stories on various themes, some of which include horror, science fiction, fantasy, mythology, adventure and for children. He also enjoys writing poetry and doing illustrations. His writing career began in 1991, and since then, to-date, his works have been appearing frequently in various small press and main stream magazines and books. His all-time favorite publication is Night to Dawn magazine, which he enjoys reading and writing for, and where his most recent works continue to appear.To contact him, e-mail him at: TSilverPhoenix@aol.com.Visit him at: silver.phoenix.3591@facebook.com
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Late Night Campfire Chillers - Rajeev Bhargava
Late Night Campfire Chillers
Rajeev Bhargava
Night to Dawn Magazine & Books LLC
P. O. Box 643
Abington, PA 19001
www.bloodredshadow.com
ISBN: 978-1-937769-28-4
Copyright by Rajeev Bhargava 2013
Smashwords Edition
www.bloodredshadow.com
Printed in the United States of America
Editor: Barbara Custer
Cover illustration: Teresa Tunaley
Names, characters and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, organizations, or persons, living or dead are entirely coincidental and are not to be construed as truth or fact.
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It is illegal for you to copy or distribute copies of this or any copyright written work in print or electronic form without expressed written consent from the publisher. Please do not purchase unauthorized copies. For information: Barbara Custer, c/o Night to Dawn Magazine & Books, P. O. Box 643, Abington, PA 19001.
Dedicated to Barbara with all my respect. I would like to thank you for being my best friend, source of inspiration, guide and support. This book would not be possible without your help.
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About the Contributors
Prologue
Thunder blasted against the night sky, with harsh, autumn winds that whistled aloud eerily, as if announcing the arrival of something pure evil on its way. Even the skeletal trees with their long withered branches reached out, as if waiting to snatch any passersby. A short distance away, a group of college-aged hikers had ventured out for an extended walk, but lost their way. They were now left out in the cold night, in dense forestry and out of food and water.
All right,
said Alex Frazier, the young man leading the group, first let’s check to confirm that we’re all here.
He called out the names of each group member and they all nodded accordingly.
Jim Woolson, Julie Fireson, William
Bilko Johnstone, Mike Preeson, Hugh
Shuggy Rusk, and Mary Smith.
Following this, they unloaded their backpacks and put up tents, after which they collected some fallen twigs and built a large campfire.
All right.
Alex rubbed his hands to stay warm and took the initiative. If we all sit closer around the fire, it will take our minds off the chill. Anyone who’s tired, don’t hesitate to turn in. As for the rest of us, well, I figured it might not be such a bad idea to do a bit of storytelling.
"Oh, that’s a brilliant idea, Alex! retorted Jim Woolson.
So who’s going to tell the story?"
Well…
Alex smiled. Why don’t we all take turns?
What kind of stories?
asked Mike Preeson. I don’t fancy anything scary. We’re lost and miles away from our homes. That’s the last thing we need.
They don’t have to be scary,
answered Alex. They can be on any theme you like. Just unleash and unwind your imaginations. Give us something we can all sit up and enjoy listening to.
I’m not good at telling stories,
said Julie Fireson. Mary isn’t either.
"Well, let us be the judge of that, replied Alex.
Anyway, it’s not a competition, just a bit of fun to keep each other amused and entertained." He paused to study the others’ reactions as they nodded.
Good.
Alex stood and searched around the ground until he spotted a creepy looking green bottle protruding from the ground. Later on, under unpleasant circumstances, he’d learn that the bottle contained the trapped Aztec demon Camazotz, or death bat,
associated with night, death, and sacrifice. But at that moment, he knew nothing about this.
Camazotz saw Alex approaching, rubbed his claws and grinned wickedly, then said to himself, Finally, my meal has arrived!
Alex pulled out the bottle, using both hands. Despite its tight seal, it looked ancient and the debris obliterating its contents smelled rancid. He grinned. This is perfect.
He then returned to the campfire, holding it in his right hand. Right, I’m now going to spin this bottle around the grass. Whoever it points to, he or she will tell their story, or tale.
Inside the bottle, Camazotz flapped his wings and said in a squeaky voice, I shall teach these meddlesome brats a lesson they shall never forget. But first, I’ll toy with them; after all, I’ve waited so long for this moment. I’m going to keep them wondering and start my mischief by performing a magic spell and drawing horrific stories from their minds. Once they’ve all told their tales, I will decide their fate. One thing is certain; none of them will live to see the light of day. Ha ha ha ha ha!
And so, Alex spun the bottle. Round and round it went, until it stopped at...Mary.
All right,
said Mary feebly. I’ll tell my story, but please don’t be too critical as I’m not a professional. It’s about a troubled young man and his association with a seemingly ordinary large black bird.
Her eyes then focused slowly and deliberately into the crackling flames in the dead of night. She began her story which she named...
Old Crow
It sat perched on the damp ashes of her love letters. Already nine days had passed since the demise of that romantic old fluff.
At least that was how Tom pictured his mother. How he yearned to have her back now, but it was too late; or so it seemed.
I can’t believe she’s dead,
he cried, pushing the bed sheets aside. It was 6:00 a.m. Total darkness.
The bed was tucked in a convenient space inside the kitchen flat. Tom knelt over and peered under the bed.
Mother, are you there?
He played with his fears, imagining her rotting corpse lying under him, releasing a sick stench. How sick...he certainly wasn’t the Tom his mother had known.
Mother, those love letters...I shouldn’t have destroyed them. But you must realize I had to. Oh, never mind!
The kitchen curtains were never drawn. They projected silvery moonlight onto Tom’s face. Tonight he was restless. He opened the fridge door and rooted around inside. His eyes lit up when he found a wine bottle.
Caaw...Caaw.
What the hell!
He shuffled to his feet and plodded to the window. The crow still sat perched on the ashes of her love letters. As long as it stayed put, Tom didn’t mind the old crow. But wasn’t it odd that a stuffy old bird, black as night, should sit in solitude, cawing every night.
Mother would have shot you. That’s why I won’t.
Returning to the fridge, he uncorked the bottle with his long fingernails. It dripped all over his chest. But what he saw was not wine. It was blood.
All right, Tom, take it easy old boy. You’re still under shock. That romantic old fluff is taunting you. Go back to bed quietly.
Consoling himself, he lay down, humming.
Caaw! Caaw!