The phone roused you from your slumber. You were cocooned inside your Star Wars bedcovers. You liked to imagine you were camping out inside a Tauntaun on the planet Hoth with Han and Luke. It was the last weekend before term ended, you felt like sleeping right through as the first half year of high school would soon be done.
“Tom, Pete’s on the phone!” Your Mom shouted.
You squeezed the covers and held your tongue, understanding the futility.
“Just a minute!” You called back, as you got out of bed.
“Why are you not dressed yet?” She asked.
“I was asleep.”
You shrugged, trying to pick that days fight. You still look back at those meaningless rebellions and cringe.
You picked up the phone: “What’s up?”
“Dude, get out of your pjs, stop scratching your ass and grab your camera. It’s snowing! You know what that means?”
“The winter scenes!” You’d only finished writing the story a week prior.
“Exactly. Meet us at Mara Hill and hurry up will ya, Kimmet and Allan are already on their way and Lily is on her way too.”
“Lily is coming? I thought she wasn’t interested after last time?”
“What did I just say? Girls change their minds all the time. Don’t get all weird and don’t forget that camera.”
“My Mom’s home so I need to sneak it out.”
“You’re clever, you’ll think of something.”
Pete mastered the skill of giving you what ought to be a complement but rarely delivered it as one from an early age. You hate to think what his kids are having to endure now. You were clever, though and you couldn’t turn up without the camera, though part of you did want to see Pete implode.
You claimed your rucksack was a snack pack and you weren’t going to be home for a while so you needed to fill it. Your mom asked what you were taking and you replied: “Food and stuff.” You weren’t that clever, but you got away with it.
Mara Hill overlooked Littleton, our houses laid out like a monopoly board. We spent a lot of time up there in the summer. You always liked to visit on your own. Mom wasn’t keen on that but you had reached that age where vague was no longer a deterrent but a catalyst, though she pleaded you to trust her.
Kids at school told tales about the woods on the hill, how a boy had trapped his leg under a fallen tree and died. They said the forest masked his screams and how his ghost haunts the forest, screaming at those who walk alone in the forest at night. You weren’t afraid of ghosts, but you never did visit at night. You found getting Lily to join the movie cast was far more terrifying, well until you actually asked her. The kids told other stories including the old man who lived in a hut and fed children to his dog. Some said the old man made soup of the child stuck in the woods. These tales inspired the movie shorts; we decided to create and investigate our own myths. You only filmed and wrote while the others acted. That annoyed you, but it was better than giving the camera to Pete, Allan or Kimmet, who would have found a way to destroy it and that would have resulted in the end of your life.
Lily waved as you approached.
“Hey. I wasn’t expecting you back.” You said.
“I wasn’t really expecting to come back either, but I decided not to let him ruin it for me.” She nodded at Pete.
“That’s usually my line.” You replied which prompted her to show that smile which you thought must have been designed someone who built boats inside of a bottle.
“I like your stories and you’re really good with the camera.” She said, you felt the warmth spread from your cheeks and you forgot about the cold.
It might have been the second time she had joined the group but you felt uncomfortably comfortable around her.
You didn’t notice your stomach growling until night crept in, according to the camera it was half past five. You developed a habit of leaving the camera on between scenes. It took up more tapes, which eventually led to Mom catching you out, but you know now it was worth it to be able to look back. Even if it opened your eyes to Pete spending a lot of time being a dick.
“Okay, our last scene is the chase scene through the forest.”
“Any reason we saved this for last?” Lily asked.
“’Cuz it’s darker and colder. It’ll look more dramatic.”
“The camera has night vision too.” You said.
“You’re a frickin’ genius, that’ll look sick!” Pete declared.
“It’s getting a bit dark for me.” Kimmet said.
“Go home then, you’re dead anyway we don’t need you for this scene.”
“What if the ghost comes?” Allan asked.
“There’s no ghosts up here Allan, you should be more scared of the cold.” You were trying to comfort him but really he just had something else to be scared of.
“You don’t have to follow in, we’ll be right back once we’ve shot the scene.” Lily said.
“I’m not staying here by myself. I’ll follow in just behind you.”
“Fine. Don’t get in the way.” Pete said, before shouting: “Action!”
Lily ghosted past the trees, her feet kissing the snow as she swooped through the forest. The branches tugged at your coat and snatched at the camera as you tried to keep up. The forest whispered as you pursued. You halted when you lost sight of her, a moment you regret.
You swivelled the camera around and realised you had lost everyone. You started walking. You called out names. Your voice ricocheted, swallowed by the forest. You stumbled and fumbled. Something trapped your foot. You’re wrenched to the ground. You elevated your wrist, saving the camera. You looked through the green tinted lens. There was a shoe in front of you, kidnapped by branches. Your mind returned to the child, though you pleaded it didn’t. Now you felt the cold. You leapt to your feet. The camera covered your face as you turn. Engulfing the screen was a mouth, it consumed you with a scream. You collapsed backwards, the scream broke down into a laugh which melted away the fear and revealed a shame which lasted. You remove your eyes from the screen you notice Lily’s long, hazel hair sneaking out from under her purple hat.
“Are you kidding me?!”
“I thought it was only the cold we were to worry about?” Lily asked as she offered you a hand up. She never stopped reminding you about this.
“Yeah, yeah. Whose is the shoe?”
“Dunno. I saw it and I couldn’t resist.”
“Maybe it is the kid’s shoe.” You joked.
“Ooh! Maybe it’s Pete’s and the old man finally gave him what’s coming to him.”
You laughed a little harder than you should have done.
“Maybe we should find out?” You gestured to a cabin which peaked through the trees.
“It can be our investigation.” She said.