Camp Counselor

The Camp Counselor is a creepy campfire tale written by a user on this website named Pete LeBrun in collaboration with ScaryForKids.

Camp Counselor

Now gather around campers and I’ll tell you a tale. One of blood and gore and fear and fright and things that lurk in the dead of the night.

I’ve worked as a counselor in this summer camp for years and I’ve seen kids come and go. I’ve seen a lot of things you probably wish you’d never have to see.

There was once a counselor here at this summer camp that wasn’t such a nice guy. In fact, he was was about as mean and nasty as they come. He was violent and vicious and acted like an army drill sergeant. He worked the campers extremely hard and set impossible tasks for them to do. It was obvious that he derived a huge amount of enjoyment from making others suffer.

Every day he would ring the bell to wake the campers a full two hours before they were actually supposed to get up. Then, he would march them out of their cabins and make them run around the camp until they dropped to their knees in exhaustion. When they protested, he slapped their faces and called them degrading names. When he decided they had endured enough of that, he would drag them into the woods and force them do various exercises.

Some kids had to do push-ups in the mud. The counselor would stand on their backs and push their faces down in the muck. Others were ordered to do pull-ups on high tree branches. The counselor would grab their legs and pull down with his full weight, straining their arms and making them lose their grip and fall to the ground. As if that wasn’t enough, he would often punch and kick them and tell them it was their punishment for being lazy.

As the kids lay on the forest floor, writhing in pain or nursing their wounds, the evil counselor would just stand there and laugh. He seemed to have so much fun abusing and humiliating kids. He was misusing his power over the campers, but he didn’t care. He was having the time of his life.

A rumor began to spread around the camp that the counselor was actually insane. One boy claimed he had heard a story about the counselor from his older brother. He swore it was true. At night, around the campfire, he told the others the twisted tale he had heard.

Apparently the counselor had attended the same summer camp when he himself was just a boy. At that time, he was a shy and introverted ten-year old and he had a fear of pretty much everything. His father beat him regularly and told him every day that he was a weakling and a sissy. His father was a tough military man and he was embarrassed by his shy and retiring son.

The counselor’s father wanted him to “man up” so he sent him to camp every summer. When he graduated from high school, his father began sending him to boot camp. Later on, the counselor was forced to join the military, to follow in the footsteps of his father. It was his experience in the military that unhinged his mind and caused his sadistic behavior.

While serving in Afghanistan, the counsellor was abducted by terrorists and smuggled across the border into Pakistan. There, in a secret location, the counselor was tortured for months and months until he was near death. Eventually he was rescued by a team of Navy SEALs and transported back to a US base in Afghanistan. However The terrorists inflicted such abominable tortures on him that it permanently changed him. People said that he lost his mind and the military gave him an honorable discharge.

Back in America, he found it impossible to adjust to civillian life. He couldn’t hold a job because of his vicious temper and his violent behavior. The only work he could find was as a counselor in a summer camp. The same summer camp he had been forced to attend as a child.

The owner of the summer camp didn’t see it as a problem. He thought that it was good for the kids to be getting so much discipline and exercise. In fact, that was why he had hired the counselor. Parents sent their kids to his camp in order to toughen them up.

However as time went by the crazed camp counselor became more and more abusive towards the campers, both verbally and physically. The owner had no proof so he couldn’t do anything about it. As far as he was concerned, as long as the kids had no permanent or fatal injuries, the counselor could do as he pleased.

The campers quickly became more and more frightened of the counselor. If anyone dared to complain about him, he would grab a stick or a tree branch and beat them with it until they were black and blue. He was becoming more violent by the day and many campers feared for their lives.

At night, before they went to sleep, he threatened them, saying that if they exposed his abuse, he would make sure they went on a long hike and never returned. When they wrote letters home to their parents, the camp counselor insisted on reading them and censoring anything he thought might give him a bad reputation. The kids and teenagers were forced to write letters singing the praises of the summer camp.

Eventually, the older kids decided that enough was enough. They were teenagers and they had to do something to protect the younger ones. They hoped they could scare the counselor into leaving.

One day, they were scheduled to go on a long hike. When the counselor wasn’t looking, they swiped his backpack. Then they gathered up all of the insects, reptiles and creepy crawlies they could find and stuffed them into the backpack. After zipping it up, they replaced the backpack and the camp counselor never noticed a thing.

The hike lasted for three hours and when they reached the edge of a cliff, the counselor allowed them to stop for a short break. Mopping his brow, he reached into his backpack for a bottle of water. The minute he unzipped the packpack, a horde of snakes, spiders, worms, cockroaches and slugs came pouring out. They crawled up his arm and within seconds, his face and upper body was covered in insects and snakes.

The shocked counselor screamed and began swatting at his arms and face, trying to get rid of the creepy crawlies. In his struggle, he took a few steps backwards and lost his footing. As the horrified kids looked on, he toppled over the edge of the cliff and disappeared from view. They heard a long agonized scream, followed by a sickening thud.

Rushing to the cliff edge, the campers looked down. It was at least a hundred foot drop and there was no way to get down safely. Assuming that the counselor must be dead, they made their way back to camp. It was a long hike, and on the way, they decided to get their stories straight. They decided that they wouldn’t mention anything about the prank that caused the counselor’s accident. The teenagers didn’t want to get into trouble, so they swore the younger kids to silence.

When they finally returned to camp, they went straight into the office of the owner and told him their version of what had happened. They claimed that the camp counselor had simply tripped and fallen over the edge of the cliff. The owner was horrified and immediately organized a search party, but after combing the bottom of the ravine for the entire night, no trace of the counselor was found.

The next day, the campers stayed in the grounds of the summer camp. The atmosphere was somber and nobody wanted to talk about what had happened. The teenagers reminded the younger kids to keep their mouths shut and threatened them to make sure they kept quiet.

As night fell, the campers found a spot near the woods and built a campfire. Then, they sat around the flames on logs, roasting marshmallows and singing campfire songs to lighten the mood. Gradually, the younger kids got tired and went off to bed, leaving only the teenagers still awake.

There were ten campers sitting around the fire, five girls and five boys. A red-haired girl got up and said she was going to drop by the camp’s office to ask the owner if there was any news. The other teens watched her silently as she walked back towards the main buildings.

All of a sudden, they heard a faint voice whispering on the breeze. They weren’t sure if it was real or just their imagination. It sounded like a man’s voice softly singing:

“One little, two little, three little teenagers.
Four little, five little, six little teenagers.
Seven little, eight little, nine little teenagers.
All about to die.”

At first they thought it might be another camper playing a prank on them. The singing grew louder and more sinister. It seemed to travel around, through the trees, surrounding them and boxing them in.

“One little, two little, three little teenagers.
Four little, five little, six little teenagers.
Seven little, eight little, nine little teenagers.
All about to die.”

As the singing reached a crescendo, the teenagers started to panic. They ran back to camp and headed for the owner’s office. As soon as they burst through the door, they saw a girl kneeling on the floor, her hands covering her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” shouted one of the boys.

The girl didn’t answer. She just pointed towards the office desk. The others cautiously walked over to the desk and peered behind it. The body of the owner was lying slumped against the wall. His shirt was covered in blood and his head was missing.

Screaming in terror, the teenagers locked the office door and barricaded it with whatever furniture they could find. Within seconds, they heard someone pounding on the other side of the door. Then, they heard a voice outside singing:

“One little, two little, three little teenagers.
Four little, five little, six little teenagers.
Seven little, eight little, nine little teenagers.
All about to die.”

There was no doubt in their minds. They knew in their bones that the unhinged camp counselor had returned seeking revenge. If he managed to gain entry to the office, he would surely kill them all. One girl, thinking quickly, grabbed the office phone and called the police. As tears streamed down her face, she told the police dispatcher that they were under attack and begged them to send officers as soon as possible. The dispatcher assured her that the police were on their way and asked her to remain calm.

Then they heard the dull thud, thud, thud of an axe chopping away at the other side of the heavy wooden door. The teenagers huddled together, crying and trembling as they listened to the person on the other side of the door laughing like a maniac. They prayed that help would arrive soon.

The unseen attacker scrambled up the wall and climbed onto the roof of the office. The hacking sounds of the axe blows began again, this time on the ceiling. He was trying to gain access to the room any way he could. With each heavy thud, pieces of the flimsy ceiling gave way and fell to the ground.

Minutes went by, but they seemed like hours. Finally, they heard a police siren approaching and the sound of a car skidding to a halt on the gravel driveway outside. After a few tense moments, there was a volley of gunshots and the campers dived to the floor to take cover. They heard a heavy thud on the roof above them, followed by more gunshots. Then, there was an eerie silence.

They heard a calm voice on the other side of the door saying, “We’ve got the place surrounded. The man with the axe is dead. Come out in single file.”

The teenagers breathed a sigh of relief, realizing they had managed to survive the onslaught. They pulled the furniture away from the door, eager to get out of the office. One by one, they opened the door and stepped slowly out into the night, until finally only one teenage camper was left in the office building.

It was the red-haired girl. She was still too terrified to move a muscle. Cowering on the floor, she listened intently, waiting for some sign that the coast was clear. She couldn’t hear anything.

For almost an hour, she knelt in the corner, by the desk, inches from the headless body of the owner. She desperately wanted to escape, but her fear kept her rooted to the spot.

Eventually, she worked up the courage to take a peep outside. The girl crawled across the floor and slowly opened the door, just a crack. Her hand flew to her mouth and she tried to stop herself from screaming out loud.

In the cold, pale light of the porch lamp, she saw something that filled her with unimaginable horror. The grass outside was covered in chunks of raw, red meat. When she looked closer, she realized that it wasn’t meat, it was the hacked-up remains of the other teenagers.

Fingers and toes lay strewn across the porch. Pieces of legs, parts of arms and chunks of flesh were piled here and there. She looked over to the right and saw a police car, it’s lights still flashing. Everything was silent. Two dead policemen lay sprawled beside the car, their hands still clutching their guns. Stacked on the roof of the car were the severed heads of the nine unfortunate campers. A trail of bloody footprints led off into the trees.

In the morning, more policemen arrived and found the scene of carnage at the summer camp. The red-haired girl was still hiding in the office and when they reached her, she was barely able to speak. The younger kids had spent the night safely in their cabins and the police led them out and ushered them onto buses. They tried to make sure they didn’t see the body parts strewn about the office building. The kids were sent home to their parents and only then did they find out the true extent of what had happened that bloody night.

The counselor was never caught. The newspapers dubbed him “The Mad Axeman”. He was rumored to be still on the loose in the woods. Despite many searches conducted by the state police and the FBI, no trace of him was ever found.

Well, campers, we have come to the end of my tale. They say the camp counselor still roams these woods looking for more victims. Before we put out the fire tonight, why don’t we sing a campfire song? Why don’t we sing my favorite campfire song. While I take out my axe, why don’t we sing:

“One little, two little, three little teenagers.
Four little, five little, six little teenagers.
Seven little, eight little, nine little teenagers.
All about to die.”

Comments

  1. TypicalBeans says

    why was there a thud on the roof? that part confused me. but great story nonetheless. but I knew it was the ax man outside and not a police man. I like the twist about how the person telling the story was the counselor.

  2. avalancheee says

    This story was awesomeeeeee!!!
    Great writing n I’m soooo gonna tell this story next time I go camping

  3. XxTheDarkTimesxX says

    Im going to show this to my mom to make sure I don’t have to go to a stupid summer camp

  4. The-Sandman says

    one, two little fools
    three, four little tools
    five, six little jewels
    seven, eight all about to meet their fate
    —nice story Pete, nice. if you want it to have real fright and gore email me @ allanj123@hotmail.com

  5. GhostGirl1607 says

    This is also one of the best stories on here its sad to think of this actually happening but it always could btw IM NEVER EVER GOING CAMPING never have and probally never will. ;-(

  6. XxXxyummycupcakesXxXx says

    @cota10
    The person who was telling the tale about that bloody and gory night, it was the counselor that killed the 9 teenagers… I think mainly its from the poem “Ten Little Indians”

  7. Paradise says

    Ok…if u mean terrorists as Muslims then that’s EXTREMELY offensive. I’m a Muslim. And a terrorist who is a Muslim is kicked out of Islam. So in life the’re are absolutely NO Muslim terrorists…just liked to clear that out. Awesome story by the way! Loved it! :D

  8. JulietEstrada says

    HAHA. This story reminded me of Goosebump’s Welcome to Camp Nightmare TV episode. In WtCN (Welcome to Camp Nightmare), There is a Camp Counselor that is really mean/vicious to the campers! HAHA, I imagined that camp counselor while reading this story. Good story, I was afraid that the younger ones will get killed too but they didn’t. Felt so much relief.

  9. Himi says

    And about the comment before, I was talking about the ” counselor” story written HERE and that it was awesome…

  10. Himi says

    @Julie.. I know.. xD
    And the story is very good and ah yeah, Whiler… humans can make mistakes, accept it..

  11. julie567 says

    @ Whilmer again it dosent matter that much right? it is just called and i misspelled it as clled ok fine and mistakes happen only with human beings not animals right

  12. julie567 says

    @Whiler i wrote “Bangalore” not “Bangladesh” and got get yourself a pair of spectecales so you can see properly and i meant that There Was No I Ball when i said that i meant that her eyes were compeletely white and there werent any eyeballs get it?

  13. Dont take me seriously says

    The Pakistanis, Muslims…… Wait a minute, Hey! Even though Im not a Pakistani but still, Hey!

  14. LunaIsisWitch says

    I remember when there were like 2 new stories a day. Now… i don’t visit this site very much.

  15. Saad Hamid says

    @Whiler: She didn’t wrote ‘Bangladesh’ she wrote ‘Bangalore’ and there is a city in India named Bangalore. And you can not turn your eyeballs to see your own body from the inside…

  16. Saad Hamid says

    Wait wait wait…. ‘Terrorists changed the camp counseller?’ Terrorists means ‘Muslims’ or ‘Pakistanis’?

  17. Saad Hamid says

    @Pete: Sorry? It’s okay dude. I didn’t meant to say anything to you… I am sorry for complaining about your story in front of everyone…

  18. Whiler says

    @Julie567
    A:)Spelling
    B:)Bangladesh Isn’t A City Its A Country
    C:)I Can Have No Eyeballs
    Those Things Are Called Either Kitsunes Or Vampire
    Or Hybrids

  19. julie567 says

    hey… again its me…. well this is a story…written by julie thats me….. its know as THE WOMAN WITH A BABY… this is a true story believe it or not….. THIS INCIDENT TOOK PLACE IN INDIA IN A STATE NAMED KARNATAKA, THERE IN A CITY CALLED BANGALORE……. IT HAPPENED IN THE YEAR 2002.. WELL ONE LATE NIGHT THERE WAS A WOMAN WEARING A WHITE SAREE AND HOLDING A BABY WALKING DOWN THE STREET THERE WASN’T EVEN A SOUL THAT TIME…. THAT WOMAN WAS IN A STREET CALLED MALLESHWARAM AND SHE WANTED TO GO TO ANOTHER STREET WHERE SHE LIVED WHICH WAS IN BASWESHWANAGAR BEHIND A BAKERY NAME AISHWARYA BAKERY…. LUCKILY AN AUTO CAME BY AND SHE STOPPED IT AND SHE GOT INTO THAT AUTO…. THE MAN ASKED WHERE SHE WAS HER DESTINATION AND THEN HE AGREED TO THAT PLACE AND THEY RODE OFF… CASUALLY AFTER 5 MINUTES HE LOOKED INTO THE REAR VIEW MIRROR AND WAS HORRIFIED AT WHAT HE SAW… THE WOMAN WAS SUCKING THE BLOOD FROM THE BABY AND HER EYES WAS FULLY WHITE IN COLOR AND SHE DINT HAVE AN EYE BALL… THEN HE TURNED BACK AND SAW… THAT TIME EVERYTHING WAS NORMAL… THEN HE THOUGHT THAT IT WAS ONLY HIS IMAGINATION AND FORGOT ABOUT THAT…. LATER AGAIN HE LOOKED IN THE MIRROR AFTER 2 MIN AND AGAIN HE SAW HER SUCKING THE BLOOD THEN HE LOOKED BACK AGAIN AND HE SAW THAT EVERYTHING WAS NORMAL… THIS HAPPENED 4 TIMES… AND THE 5 TH TIME THE MAN WAS REALLY HORRIFIED AND HE SLOWLY STOPPED THE AUTO AND WAS ABOUT TO RUN AWAY FROM THERE BUT THE WOMAN GOT TO KNOW AND SHE TOOK OUT A KNIFE AND RIPPED OFF HIS THROAT… AT THE SAME TIME THERE WAS A NEWS REPORTER WHO WAS STANDING THERE AND HE TOOK A PICTURE AND THE VIDEO ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED THAT NIGHT.. THE WOMAN SAW THAT MAN TOO AND SHE KILLED HIM…. THIS WAS AN INCIDENT THAT TOOK PLACE IN FRONT OF THAT BAKERY… THE NEXT MORNING WHEN PEOPLE SAW THE BLOOD MARKS AND THE TWO DEAD BODIES THEY CLLED THE POLICE AND THEY INVESTIGATED IT……. WELL NOW THE BAKERY IS DEMOLISHED AND A BUILDING IS BEEN BUILT THERE BUT YET THERE IS STILL THE HOUSE OF THAT WOMAN BEHIND THAT BAKERY AND NOW IF YOU GO INTO THAT HOUSE YOU CAN SEE THE WOMAN NOW ALSO SUCKING THE BLOOD FROM A THOUSAND BABIES AND YOU CAN SEE DEAD BODIES OF THE BABIES NOW TOO….. WELL ITS A TRUE STORY GUYS… IF YOU DONT BELIEVE IT WHY DONT YOU CHECK IT OUT YOURSELF… BY GOING TO INDIA…..

  20. I love adventures says

    Creepy o_o.

    This kept me more energized and more careful of were i go. THIS IS LIKE ONE OF THE BEST STORIES I’VE EVA HEARD!

  21. Pete says

    @Saad Hamid Sorry that happened. In my version no location or war was given. SFK added that.

    Scaryforkids says: Yes, I added the part about Pakistan to make it more realistic. That was what was happening at the time. Al Quaeda were operating in a part of Pakistan near the border that was not controlled by the Pakistani government. Since then, Osama Bin Laden was also found to be hiding in Pakistan.

  22. Saad Hamid says

    Great story, but I didn’t like one thing. Why would you always add Pakistan when you are mentioning terrorists? Please, these are stories read by kids. Now will you teach them that Pakistan is the source of terrorism? These are scary stories, please don’t add stuff involving Pakistan and terrorism. You have written a good story though, nice job. But the point about Pakistan, that annoyed me…

  23. Pete says

    SFK I added something “Once he took them canoeing and dumped them out in the middle of a big lake and threw piranhas and water snakes and sharks in and made them swim to shore without lifejackets”.

  24. htfnutty4575 says

    I don’t mean to be a grammar nazi sfk,but the months between and until is spelled wrong,and @Pete great job man!

  25. nightmare_night says

    Can’t stop reading it’s so awesome wow haha
    One little, two little, three little teenagers. Four little, five little, six little teenagers. Seven little, eight little, nine little teenagers. All about to die.
    Love it

  26. Pete says

    @Aurelia I didn’t write that part but I’m guessing either “The Axeman” dropped his axe or a bullet hit the roof causing the thud.

  27. Aurelia says

    I really liked this story! :) Very nice. I got suspicious when the ‘police’ asked the children to come out single file from the cabin. There’s a bit of a discrepancy though. After the shots were fired, there was a heavy thump on the roof, then a silence. I assume that the killer leapt from the roof down to the police and killed them as they were firing, so he would have had to climb back onto the roof to make the heavy thump, which was supposedly his dead body falling down. Just a little thing, but I really enjoyed this one. It had a lot of description and attention to detail.

  28. Pete says

    @Emma123 thanks @Meglz yes the idea of this was the killer is telling the story of his own murders and in his insane mind he confessed so they have to die. @girlygirl2 thank you @hikerpiker64 Thanks. And props to SFK for altering my original work to make it creepier. Thanks for posting as I wrote 4 of these but the rest weren’t as good. This was my favorite. I’m curious though as to why stuff was added and mine was altered. Not complaining or anything at all, just wondering if you felt like it or of it was necessary to be posted. It’s ok as you’re free to alter it as you please. Thanks for posting this SFK. To everyone else my original story which isn’t as scary as this version SFK made is here: “The Axeman”

    Now gather around campers and I’ll tell you a tale. One of blood, gore, and fright. There was once a counselor here at this camp that wasn’t really much of a counselor he was more of a drill sergeant. He worked the campers hard aand made them do hard tasks. Everyday he’d rig the bell to wake the campers and make them run around the camp till he decided they were done. He would take them in the woods and make them do varoius exercises. Push ups on the ground, pull ups on the tree branches etc. Rumor went around he was insane.

    There was a story that spread around the camp that when he was a boy he had a fear of pretty much everything. His father wanted him to man up so he sent him through all kinds of camps. Summer camp’s, Boy Scouts, etc. When he graduated high school his father sent him to boot camp Later on he went into the military. It was his experience there that caused his behavior at the camp.

    The head counselor didn’’t see it as a problem. He thought that kids getting this much exercise was good which is why he hired him. Besides he passed the evaluation. However as time went by he became more and more abusive verbally and physically toward the campers. The head counselor hd no proof so he couldn’t do anything about it. As far as he could see there were no visible injuries on the campers from him. The campers acted more frightened of him than before and it was runored he threatened them if they exposed his actions. The campers decided enough was enough.

    One day before a hike with the counselor they gathered up all the creepy live things they could find. They hoped they could scare him into leaving. They grabbed mostly spiders and snakes. Then they replaced his bag with a similar looking one. On the hike when he went to reach into his bag he pulled out a snake. He dumped it out to reveal the spiders and snakes the kids put in there. He was backing up and went toppling over a cliff hitting his hard as he fell. His body was never found. However the kids who planned the prank disappeared under mysterious circumstances and wre never seen again.

    One night 10 teenage counselors 5 boys and 5 girls each all couples decided to go into the woods to get away from their campers for the evening. They went into the woods and found a cclearing for camp. They fought they heard someone singing. It sounded like “10 Little Indians”. When they listened the lyrics were more sinister. “1, 2, 3 little teenagers, 4, 5, 6 little teenagers, 7, 8, 9, 10 little teenagers all about to die” The fought it was a prank by a fellow counselor. The guys yelled at him to knock it off but they could hear was whistling and humming. No cop or ranger could get to them this late neither would he find them. The guys had to take care of this psycho themselves. They spreaded out and searched for him armed with guns they brought in case something like this occured.

    Before long the girls heard the singing again “1,2,3, little teenagers 4,5,6, little teenagers, 7,8,9 little teenagers all about to die”. The girls were getting scared. They kept hearing the creepy version of “Ten Little Indians” each time they did a nummber went down. Soon it was 1,2,3, little teenagers 4, 5, yes 5 little teenagers all about to die. The girls began to huddle together and one dialed 911 on her cellphone. Trying to give their location as much as they could they gave a description o the woods they were in. The dispatcher finally understood where they were and promised to send an officer asap. They heard footsteps and whistling but it suddenly stopped. Maybe the cop came and arrested the guy they thought. They heard footstep again and soon they saw a light appraching their tent. Soon it was right outside. It had to be the cop they thought. He told them to calmly come out of the tent. They slowly crawled out one by one. But it wasn’t an officer who greeted them. The man outside had long black hair, wore a green coat, a green hat, and held a bloody axe in their hands. The last words they heard were “1,2,3, litlte teenagers 4,5,6, little teenagers, 7,8,9, 10 little teenagers all of whom are dead”.

    In the morning when they didn’t return some counselors went looking. Some stayed at the camp. One counselor who was in the woods looking for them found a cabin, shed, and fire going. The man who lived there seemed to be cutting up some odd shaped logs on a chopping block with an axe. Upon closer examination he saw they were’t logs but HUMAN BODIES. He looked up and saw a horrifying sight. The decapitated heads of the other counselors. He slowly walked away and called the police showing them what he found. They recognized one of the heads asthe officer sent out to help the female counselors. The counselor resigned his postion after that.

    The police dubbed him “The Axeman”. He was rumored to be the strict counselor who went completely insane after falling off the cliff. Later that night as the remaining counselors were putting the children to sleep they heard a knock at the back cabin door. The one opposite the woods. The knocking continued but by the time the counselor opened the door the person was gone. But on the door were axe marks.

    That ends this tale my campers. They say he still roams these woods looking for victims Before we put out the fire why don’t we sing a campfire song. The storyteller picked up his axe. 1,2,3 little campers 4,5,6 little campers. 7,8,9,10 little campers all of whom will die.

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