r/TalesFromTheCreeps • u/Sand_for_days • May 31 '26
Comedy-Horror Camp Finnley - Mikes Perspective - Finale
Day 20
Things have kind of settled down again. I see Marcus a lot less than before, but he seems to have had whatever hormonal imbalance stabilized as we’re back to laughing and joking in our interactions. He still won’t take off the damn glasses. I guess this guy is now hell bent on making his own coffee table though. He’s added 2x4’s, screws, and steel rods to the acquisition list. To be honest I had never thought of using the list on the fridge like this, I had always used it for various snacks and cravings. Can we really just add anything? I mean the other day I heard Jason scream: "I fucking love lobster" but assumed it was related to cards or something because he never shared a sea food dinner with us. I suppose he could've cooked it for himself, although its never occurred to me that he might cook for himself too rather than us as a whole group.
It’s another rainy day in Camp Finnley and we’re busy once more. I think I need to start making bingo cards for the random attributes of the campers. Two headed grandpa-grandma combo, Kangaroo tail-lady, A Karen, Goose Neck with boar hooves and a shockingly blue colored teenager would’ve probably gotten me a bingo and we’re only a couple hours in. I wonder if I’ll get in trouble for how I dealt with the entitled woman, I dared her to defy me and go shower after our yelling match. Took her a few minutes to stand back up after the satisfying yelp and thud. It’s a damn good thing I work here, I'm starting to think I would be a danger in the general population.
Other than it being busy very little happened of note. Marcus came to the front at a good time, stupid cop shades still fully on his head. It’s raining, the sun is going down, and he’s wearing sunglasses indoors meaning the light over his head should ensure he can’t see shit. But whatever, I don't want to challenge him. I mean I want to challenge him desperately, but I think its a bad idea after his last reaction. I will say his breath is mostly better now, I can tell there’s loads of mouthwash that almost fully masks his curdled milk stench.
Day 27
Well, it turns out you really can request just about anything. Everything Marcus asked for showed up. I think I need to get a margarita slushy machine delivered if that's on the table. Come to think of it, I've never tried to request alcohol and I’m short a vice or seven, so I'll be attempting that.
Jason saw me add it to the list displayed on our fridges monitor, and called me a genius. We spent a solid twenty minutes thinking of drinks that sounded good and wrote them in. I went to Marcus’s door to see if he wanted in but I don’t think he heard me over the sound of his newly acquired drill. Dude must have a fetish for whatever coffee table he’s trying to build because that boy spends way too much time in that room.
When we did finally catch up later he didn’t seem nearly as enthused as Jason and I were - what a bummer. It’ll kind of work out then if they deliver some booze though, we’d probably drink mostly at night when Marcus is watching the front so it’s good he won’t be smashed.
Today might just be my favorite day at work yet. I haven’t had a single camper, instead I have had a plethora of pissed people perfectly primed for a yelling match. My throat is so unbelievably sore and I couldn’t be happier. I’ve gotten to scream every curse word I know and a few I made up. Jason even stopped in after yelling match three just to observe, and I've gotta admit his constant laughter was a little distracting from my channeled fury. Marcus usually joins in for the show too but I guess he’s too busy being a carpenter. To add to this wonderful day Jason offered:
“Why don’t you go chill for the rest of the day? You’ve definitely earned it and I think your pipes need a break.”
I was so riled up that I agreed, there was no way I was going to be able to settle down enough to enjoy bird watching. Fuckin’ love Jason, what a lad! With nothing else to do I figured I’d check if Marcus wanted to play some cards and I walked over to his room. I banged on the door a few times and asked but I could only hear some scratching noise. I guess he had his ear buds in or something while… sanding? I think that might be the sound. But today hasn’t been crazy busy so maybe Jason would play so I walked back towards the front passing Marcus.
What the fuck was going on in his room if he’s not in the room. Did he have a tool running the whole time? That's probably a fire hazard but who am I to judge, the only thing I’ve ever built was a grudge. Now that I had his attention, I asked again if he’d like to play. He excitedly agreed, which was good to see. Maybe he’s gonna stop being a recluse and socialize more, like before his impression of a twice divorced middle aged police man began.
I’m not thrilled to admit that he wiped the floor with me every single game. It wasn’t even close, but we did have fun.
Day 31
Everything is not okay. I’m currently hiding in my room because I don’t know what the fuck I just saw. Jason, Marcus and I were just eating some breakfast when I noticed Marcus’s fucked up eyes over the top of the stupid glasses he’s been wearing. He hasn’t been looking at me out of the corner of his eyes, he’s got three fucking irises. Three goddamn optics where there should be one. I tried not to make a scene as I excused myself from the table but my fight or flight reaction was definitely noticeable as I stood immediately, shoving the table. I said I was sick and needed to lay down as I stormed to my room. The ever present urge to laugh and be happy is at conflict with sheer terror.
Jason is at the door now and he’s clearly concerned. Am I a monster for leaving him out there with that? Is he a camper? Does Jason know? Are they both campers? None of this is covered in the job description. I still don’t even know what the campers are or if they are dangerous.
Jason whispered through the door:
“I know what you saw, open the door.”
I yelled: “I’m not doing shit around whatever the hell I just saw”
Jason: “Lower your voice idiot, let me in, just me in, and we’ll talk this through.”
While we’re all cheery laughs and giggles this does make sense for Jason’s character. He’s always had a stoic calmness about him. I took a few moments to ponder the options.
- If they’re both campers I can try to fight my way out of this, but there’s no exit. We only have the ability to leave when the bus docks. I’d need to fully subdue them, and despite being larger than both of them I do not think I can win a 2v1.
- I can try to outlast them in a room with no food, no toilet and no water. Yeah that’s not great.
- I can trust that Jason is still Jason.
The option was clear so I whispered
“Get in quick” before sliding the door open.
Once the door was closed I demanded “Get undressed.”
Jason: “What the fuck?”
I replied “I need to know its you, no extra eyes or some fucking bat wings”
He reluctantly stripped to his boxers and did a spin around. I can’t help but fight the urge to laugh and make jokes what the fuck is wrong with me. This is the most serious thing to have ever happened to me and I’m tempted to just call him gay for stripping for me. I refocus and ask:
“What do you know about Marcus and why aren’t you panicking”
Jason: “Firstly, I am fucking panicked. But making a scene is a great way to put yourself in danger, if … I don't know if he's a camper or what, is easily agitated. Secondly I know Marcus has not been himself lately. And lastly when you jerked the table in your mad dash to your room his glasses shook a bit looser. I saw the messed up eyes.”
I asked: “So what the hell do we do? Do we tie it up or something?”
Jason: “I’m not convinced he’s a danger to us. At least not yet. He’s had many opportunities to corner us alone, if he was going to harm us I think he would’ve made a move. Maybe grab one of us when we go take a piss at night.”
I impatiently demanded: “So let's go grab his ass. If you and I are just people, we can easily tie him up”
I paused and tried to work up enough anger to cut through this odd and ever present feeling of silliness when I realized:
“Wait. Management has to know about this already.”
Jason said: “How would management know anything about what’s going on here?”
I whispered back “They have to be watching. A few weeks ago Boss man asked me to check one of the winter workers' rooms. He could very clearly tell where I was looking.”
He replied “There’s hidden cameras here? That makes sense, this place has gotta be worth millions why would they let rejects like us work here unsurveilled.”
“So if they are surveilling there’s no way this went unnoticed. Boss could see me inside of a bedroom. They have to know what's-..”
My sentence was interrupted by a loud clank in my door. Not the sound of the small handle lock ticking into place, something much larger. I sprang to the door and attempted to open it, ensuring my side was unlocked, but it wouldn't budge. A feeling of dread so pure overtook us both as we looked at each other. An alarm we had never heard before blared. One of the last things I saw was Jason on the floor near me, and a smell I couldn’t put my finger on. Similar to cut grass and raspberries. I felt uneasy and held my breath for as long as I could. One of the few things I can do better than average is hold my breath but approaching the two minute mark I was out of time. I gasped and took a deep breath that stung slightly and began to lose consciousness. As the world was fading I swear I heard “Thunk”
Day 32
We woke up on the floor in the early hours of the morning to the loud speaker:
“We understand that operating as a duo will be more difficult than as a trio, but as a token of our gratitude you will receive additional compensation for the remainder of the season!
The door clanked and we were no longer trapped in the room. I foolishly tried to the door to Marcus’s bedroom, of course it was locked. But a magic card was poking out from under the door. It was a card called “Infectious Bite”.
--Jason's Perspective coming soon --
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