The Burning Page #3

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There's not gonna be any dinner left.

Come on, let's go. Come on.

Forget this. Let's go get the girls.

So you saw a face? Sh*t!

- What was all that about?

- Nothing.

We made it! Don't worry, guys.

What's this? Oh, my God!

Good shot, kid, good shot.

Ladies! They're eating without us!

They're eating without us!

You're late! You are late!

Hey, girls.

- Hi, Sally.

- Oh, God.

- How you doing?

- Okay.

Okay? Just doing okay? You look good.

Hey, what do you say you and me go

for a ride tomorrow in my canoe?

- Maybe.

- Maybe? What do you mean, maybe?

Hey, what's the matter?

You don't trust me?

- Hey, Redford, let's go. Come on?

- Wait a minute, I'm talking to her.

"Hey, I'm talking to her."

Can I talk to her, too?

Hey, Todd! Todd?

- Glazer, calm down.

- Yeah.

- What are you staring at, you little creep?

- Hey, Glazer.

Come off it, what harm is he doing?

He's been staring at me,

that's the harm he's doing.

Maybe he wants your body, Glazer.

So, you girls all set

for the trip tomorrow?

Nothing I can get you? Life jacket?

Spermicide?

Hey, you gotta be prepared.

You know what I mean?

Oh, God!

All right, which one of you guys

got my vitamin E?

Vitamin E? Christ, Woodstock,

you don't believe in all that crap?

Just don't knock it.

You leave my champ alone?

- Well, I haven't got it.

- Well, I'm going back to the cabin to get it.

Quiet. Quiet, please.

Quiet, please.

Quiet. Quiet, please.

- Come on, let's keep it... Come on, quiet.

- Quiet!

That's better.

Okay, I just want to say a couple of things

about the overnight.

Some of you older ones

are leaving tomorrow

for a three-day canoe

trip to Devil's Creek.

I know you can all look after yourselves

pretty good.

Just remember,

it's a long way from home.

Sh*t!

Well, I guess you've all

made friends by now,

so however you team up,

stick with your buddy.

- Woodstock?

- Todd, you scared the sh*t out of me.

Come on, let's go.

Sorry I scared you. Glazer and Fish said

you were really sick. I was worried.

- Why'd they say that?

- I don't know.

Just a dumb joke. I'm getting a little

fed up with Glazer's sense of humor.

One other thing. I want

one good swimmer with each group.

That means one in each canoe,

at all times.

One more stunt like that

and you're on your way home, got it?

That goes for you, too.

Done this trip before,

and they know the scene.

And one final thing.

Before you leave for the overnighter,

please check in with me to confirm

your travel arrangements home.

- Got it?

- We got it.

Hey, Woodstock, straighten up.

I'm doing the best I can, man.

Can't you take it easy?

Hey, I told you not to beat your

schlong last night. It drains your power.

Straighten up, Glazer.

When Glazer straightens up, Sally,

you better run.

- Michelle, control your campers.

- Todd!

Come on, you guys.

We're canoeing, not showering.

There was a camp not far from here,

just across the lake.

It was called Camp Blackfoot.

No one goes there anymore.

Everything burned down.

There's nothing left, except the ruins.

Now this camp had a caretaker,

a really evil bastard.

And his name was Cropsy.

Everyone hated Cropsy.

For a start, he was a drunk.

Two bottles of whisky a day, no problem.

Like, most of the time he was

somewhere out in space,

but if he caught you, look out!

Because Cropsy could strip the paint

off the walls,

just by breathing on them.

Now this Cropsy was a sadist.

I mean, he got real pleasure

out of hurting people, scaring them.

And he had these garden shears,

you know?

The kind with long thin blades.

And he carried them all the time,

wherever he went.

And he had this kind of demonic way

of looking at you.

One time, this Cropsy really went after

this kid from Brooklyn.

Followed him around night and day.

He made this kid's life a living hell.

But this time he chose the wrong guy.

Because the kid and some of his buddies

had planned a little prank

that would scare the living sh*t

out of Cropsy.

Only problem was, the gag went wrong.

The next thing anyone knows, Cropsy's

trapped alive and burning in his bunk.

They try to get him out but the fire's

so fierce they can't reach him.

All they can do is stand outside,

and listen to him cry out in agony.

They say he smashed his way through

the bunkroom door, just a mass of flames.

And as he screamed out, burned alive,

he cried out,

"I will return. I will have my revenge."

They never found his body. He survived.

He lives on whatever he can catch.

Eats them raw.

Alive. No longer human.

Right now, he's out there.

Watching. Waiting.

Don't look, he'll see you.

Don't move, he'll hear you.

Don't breathe...

You're dead!

Oh, sh*t!

You a**hole, Eddy.

- Real funny, man.

- You freak.

You motherf***er!

You know,

that little joke you played

back at the campfire wasn't very funny.

- You don't think so?

- Not that you scared me, but...

No, of course not.

Eddy, is there really a Cropsy maniac?

Sure there is. He's from my neighborhood.

Know what he does?

He takes paper bags, see?

He fills them with dog sh*t,

then he lights them

and leaves them in front of somebody's

door and when they open the door,

they go like that.

- You're crazy.

- Yeah, I know. Crazy for you.

I can't figure you out, you know.

I mean, first you tell me you like me,

and then 10 seconds later

you're looking off here, looking off there,

like you don't even know who I am.

- I do like you, Eddy. But...

- But what?

You're always talking about

how many women you've had.

I don't want to be just another statistic.

Karen, knock it off, will you?

Come on, if two people like each other,

if they want each other, so you do it.

What's wrong with that?

We like each other, right? And we're alone.

You can't blame me for trying, can you?

Come on, what do you say?

- Maybe.

- Maybe.

- All right, let's take a swim.

- What? Now?

I haven't got a swimsuit.

So, who needs a bathing suit?

Who's gonna see you here?

You.

You're free to do what you want.

I'm taking a dip.

- Eddy?

- What?

Promise?

Hey, relax.

Just going to take a quiet swim around

and head back to the camp.

Come on.

Oh, this is great!

You gotta come in. This is the best.

- It's nice?

- It's freezing.

Come here, I'll warm you up.

Eddy.

Don't fight it, don't fight it.

You're not gonna start that now, are you?

Eddy!

Come on,

you gonna start that again, now?

Cut it out, Eddy.

Why'd you come out here, then?

You promised!

Get the f*** out of my face.

F***!

Oh, no! Where are my clothes?

Come on, you guys.

Come on.

Where are my clothes?

Come on, please?

Oh, no.

- Okay, Eddy, wake up.

- Get up.

- Wake up.

- Where's Karen?

- What do you mean?

- You know what he means.

- Where's Karen?

- How should I know where she is?

- You were with her last night, remember?

- So what?

So she never came back.

I didn't look for her

because I figured she was with you.

Sh*t.

So where is she, Eddy? Come on, get up.

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