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"Kindling Hill Cannibal"
Well, where do I begin? I haven't thought about it in years. It was the summer of 1974, it was going to be a great summer I thought and Kung Fu Fighting "was blasting on every Rock station in America. We were getting ready for the annual summer camping trip. We packed up Micheal's 67 Chevy van I can remember it. It was cool looking. It was orange with yellow and blue stripes coming from the roof diagonally down the side and then straight through the middle of the body.
Anyway, John told us of this place a few miles away called Kindling Hill and I asked what was so cool about this place. John said he heard about the place at the local Sunoco station. The attendant there was talking about it to another customer when he was grabbing his RCs. He told us there used to be in the mid-1800s there was an Insane asylum called Kindling Hill Asylum. We all ask why we want to camp there. John replied it was something exciting, Beaver Dam and Mulberry Grove are getting so dullsville man, then Micheal asked if there was a road he could drive to a good spot. John said yeah man, there's a road into a clearing I heard, and from the clearing, you can see the ruins of the old asylum. Kimberly and I were kinda creeped out about it, but okay. So we were off, our music was blasting down the highway and we were all laughing and carrying on. Micheal, John, Kimberly, and I were what seemed like the time of our lives.
It was about 8:30ish in the morning and we got camp set up. I went to collect sticks and branches to make a campfire. As I was collecting a few branches and sticks, I had a feeling that was being watched, but I shook it off. I collected what I thought was enough, and I got back to the campsite and everyone already was drinking beer. Well as everyone was laughing and carrying on, I got the fire started and then I set down in one of the lawn chairs Micheal brought. I asked Kimberly to get me a beer and I joined everyone else. As the day progressed we got the other cooler out and John grabbed the hotdogs and we all started roasting hotdogs over the fire. We were all talking and laughing and suddenly we heard a scream deep in the woods that scared the hell out of us. We all started looking around but didn't see anything. We were scanning for movement, but nothing just a light breeze moving the branches and leaves. As hours passed we forgot about the scream and continued to have a good time. It was getting dark and we were all kind of tired. So we grabbed the sleeping bags from the van and everyone, but Micheal made a spot around the campfire. Micheal slept in his van in the back. I heard some rustling in the woods and the fire was just embers, I looked around but didn't see anything. I continued to listen, but it stopped so I went back to sleep. I cracked my eyes open and saw John getting up and putting his boots on, and I asked him where he was going. I think I startled him a little, he said Oh! I have to go take a piss. I simply replied oh and closed my eyes again. I began to wake up because I heard Kimberly and Micheal whispering and trying not to laugh. I was thinking did Kimberly write on my face again? I opened my eyes and said what did you two do? They both said nothing, Will.
I got up put my shoes on walked over to the passenger-side mirror and checked my face and luckily nothing. Micheal and Kimberly both said do you have trust issues?
With you two around yes! Kimberly said I love you babe I wouldn't do anything to you. I simply replied really like John's party? Oh, that was a joke! , But you used a laundry marker!
Micheal and Kimberly both were laughing, Yeah, keep laughing about John's party. They both said I almost forgot about that. I said speaking about John, where is John? I remember him getting up to go take a piss he said. Micheal said what time was that? I said I guess about 5 am the sun was just peeking over the hill over there. It's 9:06 am now. Is he still not back yet? No, not yet said Micheal. Kimberly said we better go look for him, we all replied yeah, he might be hurt or knocked out somewhere Michael said. We all started yelling John's name John!, John! Where are you? John! We did that for almost an hour and nothing. I suggested that he could have gone to the asylum ruins. So we walked up the hill and then the crumbling steps, I almost fell, and Kimberly whispered be careful. We got to the top and a rotten old grey wood and crackling white painted doors were in front of us, and one of them was lying on the floor and broken dirty glass was everywhere. We walked around the old asylum ruins vines dead leaves and black mold everywhere. There were a few rooms still intact, so we each took a room and started to look around for John. We kept looking and Kimberly saw some stairs that looked pretty sturdy the concrete looked like it was in good condition despite being almost 200 years old. So Kimberly went up the stairs and Micheal and I continued looking around we were both calling John's name. John!, John! and between our yelling John's name, Kimberly screamed and ran down the stairs and she was crying and screaming at the same time. Micheal and I couldn't understand her at first. When she calmed down enough to speak clearly. She said she found John and he's dead! There's blood all over that room up there, his head is gone, and looked like he was partially eaten by some animal! Micheal and I ran upstairs and went into the first room and saw the blood everywhere and what was left of John's body. Micheal and I couldn't believe what we were seeing. I stepped back and hit something with the back of my shoe and I looked and saw the rest of John's head it looked like it was eaten like an apple. All my God, poor John. The next I heard a scream so loud it almost ruptured our eardrums. There stood a man-monster, a monster-man thing in the back of the room this was the thing that killed John. Micheal and were so scared we were like statues and ran for our lives we jumped over the stairs like they weren't even there. I grabbed Kimberly by the arm and we jumped over the stairs and got back to the van. Micheal opened the passenger side door and the glove compartment and pulled out his Dad's 357. The thing was whatever the hell it was, ran out of the trees towards us and Micheal started firing the gun and pulling the trigger even after the gun was empty and its body slid a couple of feet in front of us. I remember we couldn't stop shaking and crying. After everything was over the cops investigated and found out what happened they claimed there were a bunch of missing people through the 30's and 40s in the area. We'll never know if everything was kept hush-hush afterward. After John's funeral, his Mom had to be put away, because of John's death. We just drifted apart. Micheal and I don't speak anymore, but Kimberly and I did get married and had a couple of kids and we are happy, but there is always a dark cloud over us being John's demise. Well, anyway that's all there is to tell.
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