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Soup Kitchen

The Soup Kitchen is a campfire story about a crazed lunch lady named Helga Chopman. This story is a collaboration between myself and a member of this website named Pete.

Soup Kitchen

Now, gather round kids and listen to the next terrible tale. Throw another log on the fire while I regale you with the grisly legend of Helga “The Soup” Chopman.

Ms. Chopman was a stout, middle-aged woman who worked at this Summer camp back in the 1950′s. She was in charge of the cafeteria and ruled it like a tyrant. She kept all of the meat and vegetables for herself and the only thing she would serve to the kids was soup. Rumors quickly spread around the camp that she was insane and many children believed that she made her soup with ingredients she found fermenting in the bottom of garbage cans.

Sometimes they would find stray bits of rubbish floating in their soup. One day, a boy found a cow’s eyeball floating in his soup. When he brought it up and showed it to her, Helga just laughed.

“Why, that ain’t nothing,” she bellowed. “That’s like one of them surprise gifts you find in a box of breakfast cereal. It’s time you kids toughened up.”

With that, she grabbed the boy by the nose, shoved the eyeball into his mouth and forced him to swallow it whole.

On another occasion, a girl was just about to take a mouthful of soup, when she happened to glance down at her spoon and got the shock of her life. Sitting on the end of it was a severed finger. When she complained, Mrs Chopman was indignant and tried to convince her it was just a hotdog.

Whoever heard of a hotdog that came complete with a knuckle and a fingernail?

Naturally, the ruse didn’t work and the children were convinced that she had finally snapped and murdered one of the campers. The fact that the camper in question was missing didn’t help matters and one boy claimed he had seen Helga out back of the cafeteria, washing blood off her apron.

Now, most people don’t know this, but the spirit of self-preservation is especially strong in young children. Fearing that they would be the next item on the menu, all of the campers huddled together and discussed what they should do. In the heat of the moment, their terror overwhelmed their better judgement. Hollering at the top of their lungs, they rushed into the kitchen and attacked old Helga. She put up a brave fight, cracking one or two young boys over the head with her soup ladle and crushing the nose of a girl with her voluminous bosom, but in the end, it was no use.

The kids may not have been strong individually, but as a group, they were too powerful to resist. Before she knew it, they had picked Ms. Chopman up and tossed her into a huge vat of soup she had been cooking. The poor woman was boiled alive. By the time the soup was finished, there was nothing left of Helga Chopman but a pair of skeletal legs sticking out of a soiled pair of extra-large granny panties.

Of course, when the camp director found out what had happened, the police were called and all of the children who had taken part in the murder were promptly arrested and sent to the electric chair. At that time, capital punishment for children was still legal in the state and the kids were housed in separate cells on death row.

When one little girl was asked what she would like for her last meal, she scrawled a note on a piece of paper and handed it to the warden.

It read: “Not Soup.”

If only the police had taken the time to do a little digging in the yard behind the soup kitchen, they would have unearthed 16 small skeletons they could have brought in for questioning.

Instead, Helga’s secret lay buried for more than 20 years. The children were executed one by one over the course of 24 hours.

Just as the executioner was about to throw the switch, one little boy yelled out, “At least i’ll never have to eat another bowl of soup! I regret nothing!”

Then, the electricity coursed through his veins as his brains were fried and his head burst into flames.

When night had fallen, all but one of the children had been executed and the warden decided to take a break.

The last little girl was sitting in the electric chair with electrodes connected to her temples. She twiddled her thumbs impatiently and said, “Come on, let’s get this over with. Only God can judge me, and one thing I know for sure is they don’t serve soup in Heaven!”

Years later, a group of boys were gathered around a campfire just like this one, telling scary stories. One of them recounted the legend he had heard about Helga “Soup” Chopman. It was said that if you went into the soup kitchen at midnight and chanted her name three times, she would return to exact her revenge.

That night, the boys decided to sneak into the kitchen and test the legend. One of the boys chanted Helga’s name, but nothing happened. He got hungry and went into the storage room to make himself a snack. When he didn’t return after a few minutes, his friends went to investigate. They were confronted by a gruesome sight.

The boy’s head had been hacked off and his body lay in a pool of blood on the floor. His fingers and toes had been nibbled off and, on the wall, written in blood was a message that read: “EAT YOUR VEGETABLES”

The other boys fled in terror and, for the rest of their lives, they ate nothing but vegetables.

That was 10 years ago so if you don’t want to end up like that unfortunate boy I suggest you eat your vegetables.


  • mass murder sure, but for a fat abusive lady, they would probably just get a sentence of 20, maybe 30 years.

  • ser yu hve ahful spellign yu shoud tottally quyt writign nwo yu aslo hve bad gramhar is yu evn smatr? (Everyone, this is a joke. He is a great writer, and I do not write like this, I am actually smart.)

  • Don’t mind the words of others, Pete….I know u r a very gud writer and 1 day I am sure tht u wuld be able to write some type of horror comics or books…I appreciate both R.L.Stine and Pete…

  • Guys I’ll admit to reading that and in fact he inspires lot of my stories. The setting, names, and other stuff were changed because unless I posted the actual story, calling it my own it’s not stealing. Just burrowing. I do it a lot when I run out of ideas. Most of my the stuff are actually written in the same tone as the Goosebumps series. It’s no different than the other writers who are inspired by those books. Besides I’m not too proud of this anyway.

  • This story does not deserve the praise it is being given. The writer basically got another story and changed a few bits. The original story is called Chop Suey and is part of the Goosebumps series by R.L.Stine. Pete is a filthy theif who steals others’ ideas’.

  • Teddy Bear
    There was a girl named Yelena, she was 14 years old, and no one dared to speak to her or get close. She was a very short girl who had black hair, no one could even see her face. She would always carry a cute teddy bear with button eyes.
    Anyways, I felt bad for her, everyone made up rumors, and always say mean things. So, One day I walked up to her in recess.
    “Hello, my name is Emily,” I said joyfully. She just stared at me, I think I don’t know. I kept on talking to her until she would speak to me, “So.. Um. Why are you so anti-social?” I just blurted that out, she must think i’m a jerk now.
    “I don’t trust any normal person,” she smirked, and strange enough she didn’t seem to move her mouth.
    “Um, okay? Maybe I can come over your house after school? I would really like to be friends with you,” I said trying to change the subject.
    “Sure,” For a moment I thought I saw the bear grin, a devious evil grin. I walked away having a chill in my spine.
    After school I found myself in front of a mansion, in the woods. I felt another chill, maybe this was a bad idea.
    “Oh you came,” sighed voice. I turned around feeling a little bit panic.
    “It was you, Yelena. I got a little bit scared.” I answered
    “Yeah.” Then she muttered something like, “You should be.” I’m not so sure. As I entered the house, there was a horrible stench, and the air was so thick. As we walked up the stairs Yelena started telling me a story.
    “You know, their was a great history to this house, a lot of murders were taken place in here mostly middle school students. Not many people know that, because they don’t make it out alive.”
    I stopped, there I was in a room filled with torture tools, and hanging bodies. My eyes were bulging. Then I came face to face with Yelena, I saw she had no eyes, and was dead.
    “W-who is in here?” I stuttered.
    “Me.” Said a voice just like Yelena’s. I turned around and saw the teddy bear, but it wasn’t like before, not just it’s talking. It’s little button eyes looked devilish.
    “What do you want with me? Just tell me I know you’re going to kill me anyways.” I shouted.
    “Nothing important, it just amuses me. I’m a teddy bear as you can see, but I was a god many centuries before. The blood all over me, makes me more.. Alive. Then a puny human girl banished me in this form, for decades I found that I can move, talk, and control. I can’t just kill someone randomly, I always killed puny girls for revenge as much I can get. “Yelena” here was already dead. Enough now, it’s your end now.”
    After that devilish teddy bear finished his story, and grabbed a knife, slowly coming to me. I was trapped in a corner. I started screaming for help.
    “No one can hear you, little weak human,” the bear responded. He pounced on me, everything went black.
    Since you now heard this you have no choice, you will die the next time you ever get near the woods. If you are a boy, the teddy bear will slice you. So don’t be so confident. I’m sorry I couldn’t warn you sooner….

  • Here is a ghost story about a dripping tap. it’s called drip drop drip: There onces was a girl called Emma, she was out for a walk one day, and when she got home she found a note on the door from her parents saying they where out for the night so she went inside got a drink of water then went to bed when she was almost asleep she herd drip drop drip coming from the kitchen so she went to the kitchen and turned off the tap, when she went back to bed Then she herd drip drop drip coming from the bathroom so she went in and turned off the bath tap when she got back to bed she herd it again so she got up went into the bathroom then found her dog dead hanging from the roof, and on the mirror it said written in blood your next. Emma was very frightened so she ran to the front door when she herd a low growel behind her she slowly turned around to see a little girl, she was very pale and dressed in old fashioned clothes with black hair, she smiled a twisted smile she said where are you going all the doors in the house are locked, Emma was so frightened that she ran past the little girl back into her bed room to try and get out her window, she pulled back her white curtains and tried to get out the window but before she could climb out the little girl grabbed her leg then her mout unhinged like a snake then bit off her head. When her parents got back they found there daughters head on her bed and her white curtains stained red forever no matter how hard they tried to wash or bleach out the red it never faded. (hope u guys liked it, even though it sorta didn’t make sense at the start)

  • I wrote 4 Campfire Stories in a row the night I wrote this. I was getting tired so I didn’t really make it as long as the other 3.

  • Children would not be brought to jail or executed; instead, they would probably be sent to a juvenile detention hall. i’m surprised the children didn’t say anything about Helga to the police, they could have investigated. I like how this story is a campfire theme as well as the other one, though. Gah, sorry I critiqued this so hard! D:

  • when you boil a human body the body fat actually turns to lard and it said to taste like pig lard. just throwing that out there. haha

  • Here’s the original

    Now kids gather up and I will tell you the legend of Helga “Soup” Chopman

    She worked at this camp in the 50’s. She made the kids eat nothing but vegetables or something else that was healthy in the mess hall. Other than vegetables she lso served soup. Some of the kids were cruel and spreaded rumors she was insane. Then came the day of the chopped body parts. She said it was just cut up hot dogs for fingers, onions for toes and meatballs for eyes all of which were seperate soups. It didn’t work and the campers believed she snapped and mudered a camper. The fact he was missing didn’t help. The campers broke into calling her “Chopped Soup” “Chopped Soup” “Chopped Soup”. The campers all bolted for the main doors at once trampling her on the way out and crushing her to death.

    40 years later a group of boys heard the legend Helga “Soup” Chopman at a campfire like this one. It was said if you said “Chopped Soup” three times she will return for revenge. The boys snuck into the mess hall and the one chanted “Chopped Soup”, Chopped Soup, Chopped Soup”. Nothing. The one that chanted went for a snack in the kitchen. When he didn’t return his friends went to investigate. They found a gruesome sight. His head had been cut off and his body lay in a pool of blood with his fingers and toes gone. On the wall written in blood was a message that read “EAT YOUR VEGETABLES”

    The boys then chanted “It wasn’t body parts”, “It wasn’t body parts” “It wasn’t body parts” to save themselves. For the rest of their life they ate nothing but vegetables.

    That was 10 years ago so if you don’t want to end up like that unfortunate boy I suggest eating your vegetables. Oh and tell everyone I didn’t serve body parts in my soups. Thank you darlings.

  • I love veggies…I like broccoli, spinach, peas…etc. All but boiled potatoes…not after that accident…never again…

  • Third! Booyah! I hate veggies! I do great by just eating meat and eggs and wheat and potato and rice and I work out!

  • eeeeeewww veggies!!NO WAY!!!On second thought i dont wanna end up like that boy.Great story Pete en SFK lol!

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