Summer of the Demon pt 1: Cursed Objects & Camp Horror

0:00 Pee Wee. Richter thought he survived the worst night of his life when a rival football player turned into a demon on the championship field. But now at Summer Camp, the nightmares are waking up and the demon has returned, and he plans to finish the game. What's that You want to be scared? Come with me. He will experience tales over our roam, Ghosts and death Camp. It is not recommended for the week at our art listeners in the dark. It's more fun at that way. This is Weekly Speaking. Hello, my spookies. It's Wednesday, and you know what that means. It's time for a little spooky in your weekly. I'm your host and narrator, Enrique Kuto, and tonight we start our summer mini series right here and right now, because the weather's hot, but so are the flames of hell. But before we get to that, I

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2:17 A brand new slasher series just released called Serenity. The first episode just dropped last week and on Thursday the second will so head to Weeklyspooky dot Com slash Join and get in on the gory fun. Now, as for tonight, what if the biggest win of your life wasn't really a victory. What if the crowd cheered and the scoreboard lit up, and everyone called you a hero, but something out there remembered what you did. Something wearing a torn football jersey, something with glowing red eyes, something that does not forget humiliation. Tonight's tale takes us to Camp Red Feather, where the summer air is thick, the football field is waiting, and a younger player is about to learn that some rivalries don't end when the whistle blows. Because this summer, the Monster wants a rematch. Summer of the Demon, Part one by rob Fields last fall, I'm back out on the football field at Strickfield Academy. How many times have

3:49 I been back here since Strickfield High beat Strickfield Academy for the state championship last fall. Every time I come back here, it's always the same thing. The fans are sitting in the stands on both sides, the games sold out. Eventually the game starts and plays out the same as before. Strickfield High has to show its guts and determination every time we play schools with enough players to make both a separate offense and a defense like Strickfield Academy. Strickfield High doesn't get enough people to go out for football, so we have to play both sides. We played Strickfield Academy in our regular season and beat them. We didn't have the best record in the Eerie Shore Conference, but we knew we had to win the Battle of Strickfield.

4:42 This was the day that changed my life. Eddie Richter's my name, but everybody calls me pee Wee because of how short I am. YEP, I heard it all through the years. I'd been called things like short stack, little boy, runt, pip, squeak, and eventually pee wee. Anyway, there was no point being down on myself about it. I turned my disadvantage into an advantage. Early senior year, my gym teachers saw how fast I could run and got me on the football team. But I ended up on the bench until Strickfield Academy.

5:25 During the Battle of Strickfield regular season, one of the wide receivers hyper extended his calf muscle. Coach Beam didn't have anybody else. I knew he didn't have much faith in me, but he gave me my shot. Anyway. I wasn't paying attention to the score, but I knew we were down considerably. Greg Branlake, Strickfield Academy's star quarterback, took the snap. When he had his man, he threw the ball. I hauled ass and ran towards it. Then I shot right up and intercepted it. Our side of the stands roared as I ran the ball back seventy six yards for a touchdown. I couldn't believe it my first play of the game. Coach Beam kept me in the game.

6:18 But that's also when a bitter rivalry started between me and Greg Branlake. I don't think it was just me intercepting him. That got him upset. I saw his coach grabbing his mask and yelling right in his face before shoving him away. I didn't like seeing nobody get in trouble like that, but I knew I hadn't done anything wrong. The game continued until we were getting near the end. We were down thirty four to thirty. I kept an eye on brand Lake and saw him going back, knowing he was going to throw the ball long. As soon as he did, I knew I could get to it before this guy could catch it. I leaped right up in front of him to intercept brand Lake for the second time. When I ran the ball back, Branlake tried tackling me. I easily sprang up and let him slide under me. When I came back down, I went into the end zone to take the lead thirty six to thirty four. Our quarterback Bill Ridge called a quick huddle and said he was handing the ball off to me.

7:29 We lined up. As soon as Bill got the snap, he turned and practically stuffed the ball right in my gut. I held onto it and ran straight into the end zone for two more points, making our lead thirty eight to thirty four. Strickfield Academy had to score a touchdown in what little time was left. Since we made sure they couldn't tie the game and go into overtime. We would upset Strickfield Academy. When one of our tacklers for to fumble, one of our guys picked up the ball and ran it in for a final score of forty four to thirty four. It wouldn't be the last time we'd see Strickfield Academy. After that game, Coach Beam made me a starter. We brought our record up enough to make the postseason. The playoffs were tough, but it all paid off when we reached the finals with a rematch against Strickfield Academy. By now, Greg Branlake was the premier quarterback in the Eerie Shore Conference. He'd gotten so much better since that regular season game. In fact, he'd been offered several full ride scholarships for it. Looking at him now, though I didn't know what it was, but he scared the Bejesus out of me. If I didn't know better, I'd have sworn his eyes were glowing red. Get out there and show Strickfield Academy see why you got your

9:00 full ride, son, Coach Beam said, we got to the state championship game mainly because of you. I couldn't let my team down one more time. I had to prove Coach Beam didn't make a mistake with me. The games started, Strickfield Academy had their advantage with their separate offense and defense. Greg Branlake kept hitting his passes. Strickfield Academy kept putting points on the board. The pressure was definitely on me since my teammates were betting on my running and jumping. Every time bill Ridge took the snap, he either handed off or passed to me. Strickfield Academy tacklers got me a couple of times, but I managed to answer every touchdown they scored. It was such an intense game. The score got to be tied at sixty. It was the fourth quarter and getting down to the wire. Greg Branlake kept eyeing me throughout the whole game. Deep down, I knew I didn't want him getting his hands on me.

10:10 And then Greg Branlake was charging my way. I just couldn't believe it. Bran Lake's cleats came apart, his helmet literally split right down the middle. He grew until he was a good seven or eight feet tall. He even had these gargantuan hands. Did I mention those glowing red eyes. I don't know what happened to brand Lake, but I saw what was left of his Strickfield Academy jersey on the field. He had a second one on underneath, with double zero on both sides. I think I even made out the word demon on the back where the name was.

10:58 Bran Lake eyed me like he'd been waiting for this moment. You belong to me now, little man. I think I nearly pissed myself hearing that demonic voice. Charlie Thass, the biggest guy on our team, slapped me on the back. Snap out of it, peewee. I raised my hand a little and nodded to him quickly. Bran Lake took the snap and watched his own team run away. Now, my teammates they charged right after him. Sure enough, bran Lake easily knocked our guys out of his way like they were little kids. He even smacked big Charlie Thaws enough to where he flew almost twenty yards downfield. And now Branlake was coming my way. When he got close enough, he smiled and growled, I know you can't hear people go growling on the field. Grunting, maybe not growling, But I heard brand Lake loud and clear. Then he said, you made this personal, little man. When bran Lake was almost on top of me, he raised the football high and roared. I think both sides of the stands could hear it because they all stood up. They didn't run away,

12:30 though I knew I couldn't run away. My teammates were depending on me. They stood by me. When Coach Beam gave me my shot and accepted me as one of them, I had to stand and fight. I took a deep breath and charged at Branlake. He couldn't believe it when I was climbing right up his body. Hell, my teammates yelled at me, asking what the hell I was doing. And then I gasped when I looked bran Lake right in his horrible looking face. Having seen enough, I snatched the football and dropped off him. Oh God, I gasped.

13:19 Running for my life, I squealed when Branlake roared. I even heard his huge feet stomping the field and knew he was chasing me down. I think being scared kept me moving. I couldn't hear my teammates, but I could hear that demon's feet getting louder and closer. I was almost to the end zone. When I didn't hear the stomping. I knew I had to jump fast. I leaped up and dove right into the end zone. No I heard Branlake roar. I turned onto my butt and saw the scoreboard change. We won the state championship by a final score of sixty six to sixty. Suddenly bran Lake was right on me and lifting me off the ground. God.

14:17 I really did not want to die that day and fought against him with everything I had. Branlake was going to kill me for humiliating him again. Then he raised me up over his head. One of his big hands held onto my neck and the other held one of my legs. When I saw myself starting to come down fast towards Gregg's knee, I knew he meant to break my back. I screamed when I felt the sudden jolt in my spine. Present day, I suddenly woke up screaming, Oh my God, I gasp. I'm in my bunk and my cabin at Camp Redfeather. Just to make sure, though, I check my body all good. Damn it. It's the middle of June and I keep having these nightmares about the state championship game last fall. I'm damn lucky to be alive. Just as I was about to be ripped in half, Greg Branlake's demonic head exploded right underneath me.

15:29 I don't know what happened, but we were both suddenly on the ground and Branlake was dead. I'm still sweaty all over, not because it's hot outside. It's actually cool enough that I was using my blankets. I'm here now because Camp Redfeather was rented out by Strickfield University as a football camp. We should be practicing at the university's football field, but it's getting a new astro turf put in. There were quite a few of us from Strickfield High who got full ride athletic scholarships. A few of our guys went on to other colleges. Guess they didn't want to stay in Strickfield after what happened last November. The rest of us accepted our scholarships to Strickfield U. What's really interesting this year is that we're no longer part of the Mid American Conference. The Strickfield Serpents were the best team there. They were the only team who could make it to the big Bowl games almost every year.

16:35 They even won some NCAA national championships. Now this is the first year the Serpents would be playing in the Southeastern Conference. Yeah, the SEC, and we ain't even in the South anyway. Our season's gonna have us playing teams like Ole Miss, Alabama, Texas A and M and MISSOO just to name a f you for Strickfield. You this move is huge. I should be more excited about the move, but I keep having them damn nightmares. There are times when I won't have them, then they just come back.

17:17 I'm beginning to think maybe a piece of Greg Branlake got inside me that night. Ah, come on, Eddie, I tell myself it's all in the past. Now, I get out of bed and grab what I need to take a shower. But when I open the door to the cabin, it's still dark outside. Wait a second, when I woke up a few minutes ago, it was morning. Then I get a feeling I ain't alone. Greg brand Lake is right in front of me. Now. Everybody's been calling him the demon since that night, Like back when Mick Night became a stric field legend. He was wearing that very same jersey. He's all big and bulky, and his glowing red eyes are looking right down at me. Did you really think I'd ever leave? Bran Lake asks in his demonic voice, I got unfinished business with you. The Demon's huge hands wrap around my face. I don't even get to scream, but I do scream. When I wake up in my bunk again, it's morning, just like before. I get out of bed and quickly go open the cabin door.

18:47 Still morning. When I see people dressed and heading out to the football field, I know I got up late again. That happens when I'm having those damn night maares. I hurry up and get dressed for practice. I'm gonna be late getting out to the field football practice. You better have a good excuse on why you keep showing up late for practice, Richter. Coach Fred Mercer yells you gonna be late for game day. When we start in the sec this fall, Sorry, coach, I call out fall in line, he calls back. My other teammates give me dirty looks, especially Mark Schumer, a guy just as big as Charlie Thaws.

19:38 Coach has threatened to give us extra duty for my tardiness a few times. Charlie said he'd thump me around if he actually did. Mark Schumer said it like he meant it, he'd kick my ass. I knew Charlie was joking, but but Mark stood by what he said. Now we're doing warm. Coach Mercer yells at us when he catches us watching the cheerleaders practicing. They could have practiced at one of the gyms at Strickfield. You, since they're going to be cheerleaders for our team, the university decided to send them to this camp too. You dumbass is going to be looking at them girls when those SEC teams are running circles around you. Coach yells, do that and you'll all be running laps until you get it through your thick skulls. This is college ball, now high school's over high school is junior league. By the end of practice, Coach Mercers got us concentrating more on football before letting us go. He lightens up and tells us we can look at the girls at the social and the rec hall tonight. As we're leaving, Mark Schumer comes and smacks me on the back of the head, knocking me down.

20:55 Then he grabs and lifts me up. You come to practice, lady again. I'm gonna kill your fucking ass. You hear me. Let him go, motherfucker, Charlie shouts. Mark shoves me away, so I land on my back. He turns and walks off. Before Charlie reaches me, he pulls me up and sees I'm okay. But Mark Schumer's the least of my problems right now. That night, it feels great to be an air conditioned comfort after the day we had. It gets hot enough outside when it hits eighty plus and we're running plays all day. I'm having a soda and talking to people. Some of my Strickfield High buddies are asking me if I'm checking out the girls. I tell them I am, just to get them off my back. I know the guys are looking for future wives or steady sex partners. Honestly, I don't know what I'm looking for.

22:01 After finishing my soda, I grab another one and head outside where some of the other players are hanging with the cheerleaders. When I catch Chase Randall's eyes, she smiles. I've seen this cheerleader plenty of times. She definitely provokes us on or off the field. She's doing it again when she bends over and shows us all just how short her skirt is. Then I look past Chase and see him. He's wearing a tattered football uniform with the double zero jersey, no helmet, but his eyes are glowing bright red. Some of the others are pointing right at him.

22:48 I drop my soda and rub my eyes to make sure I'm not seeing things. No, the demon is roaring and coming right at us. Nice costume. Chase jears, Halloween ain't for a few more months. Dumbass, am I having another nightmare. The breeze blows, telling me I'm wide awake. That ain't no Halloween costume. I yell. The demon easily picks up a picnic table and hurls it our way. Everybody runs as it lands and becomes instant firewood. Some of the other football players rush at the demon, but he easily repels them, just like last fall. They get up and try attacking him again. The demon proves he really is incredibly strong. Then I snap out of it and grab a board from the broken picnic table. Before I can move, he grabs bill Ridge our quarterback turned wide receiver and lifts him up effortlessly with one hand.

23:57 Then he slams him through another picnic table. Still holding onto Bill, the demon lifts him up again and walks over to the bonfire near the wreck hall. Bill's fighting him, trying to get free. The others are trying to help him, but the demon just shoes them away. I hit it in the back with my board, but he smacks me and sends me flying too. By the time I get back up, the demon's got Bill right at the bonfire. You were real hot that night with your passes, the demon jeers. Now you're just on fire. Bill screams. When the demon lowers his head into the flames, He's flailing his arms while burning alive. Soon he stops moving for good.

24:55 The few guys who grabbed hold of the demon to try and help, they never mattered. After the monster drops Bill's body into the fire, he knocks those guys away. Now the demon comes toward me. He stops short and says, your time's coming soon. When the demon turns and walks off, nobody else bothers going after him. The rest of our Strickfield High team all look at each other, not believing it's happening again. But the demon came to me specifically, has Greg Branlake really returned from the dead to get revenge on me? That's it. Then, I've got to get away from Camp Redfeather. The demon keeps haunting me in my dreams. No way I'm letting him get me or anyone else in the real world. Evening I've got the car loaded up. I've got to get out of here and go somewhere where the demon will never find me.

26:10 I know I'm a coward after seeing what the demon did to Bill Ridge, I just don't want to die. I get in the car and head on the road as fast as I can. I have no idea where I'm going. When I know the demon ain't looking for me, I'll figure out what to do next. But that's the problem. The demon is right in the road ahead of me. There's no way I can get around him. I slam on the brakes and try turning the car around. The demon leaps into the air and lands right next to me.

26:51 Going somewhere, little man. Next thing I know, he lowers himself to grab underneath the car. Just like that, he flips it over next the door comes right off. Then the demon pulls me out of the car. You think you can run away from me, Peewee Richter. He brings me up to where he can look me right in the face and see how scared I am. Maybe you escaped the demon last fall, but there ain't no escape. Now. I can find you when I want to. I can kill you when I want to. Then the demon tosses me in some tall grass off the road. You're gonna be last pee wee. I want you to see me kill all your buddies first. All of you were there last fall. I ain't stop until you're all dead. You'll know you're up because I'll come get you myself. The demon leaps into the air and is gone. I can't see where he went to. All I can see is what's left of my car. It doesn't look like he completely destroyed it, but I need to get it somewhere to get fixed. And my parents are going to love hearing how my car got messed up like this. I

28:23 pull out my phone and make some calls. After that, it's back to Camp Redfeather The next morning. I didn't sleep much last night. I really feel bad knowing I was going to run out on everybody here. I'll admit I'm scared as hell of the demon. Seriously, why is this happening again? The Demon found me on the road, saying he can find me any time. As for the car, I got my parents to come and get it. I really had to bs my explanation to him. I think they believed me. No, I damn sure didn't tell them about the Demon. I'm sitting here in my cabin knowing I have to go to practice soon. I'm going to drag ass out there running on fumes. Seriously, what can I do about the Demon? How do I beat him? Well, I can't just sit around and do nothing. I have to fight him somehow. I'll try and think about it during practice. I get up and head out to the football field. Later, I'm using a computer in the wreck hall.

29:53 I do searches on Greg Branlake, Micknight, and the Demon. I easily find things about the first two, but nothing to tie them together. Also, not a single thing about the Demon or the double zero jersey other than McKnight wore it all those years ago and took it to Shore City with him when he went to the NFL. I do come up with a wild idea. Though. My troubles with the demon all started with Greg Brandlake. Like me, he came from Strickfield. McKnight came from Strickfield. I don't have any choice. I have to go back home and go check out Greg Branlake's house. I never knew where he lived, but I found his address online. Unfortunately, I don't have my car to drive back to Strickfield. I'll have to hitch a ride. Strickfield. Great way to start my college football career. Breaking into the house of a former high school football rival. I was lucky to get in on the ground floor through an unlocked window. I just hope I didn't set off any kind of silent alarm or something. I slowly walk upstairs and look for what might be Gregg's room. I peek in to different

31:26 ones until I see the shapes of trophies, a dead giveaway. I use my phone's camera light to look around. After not finding anything in his desk, I go check the closet. When I don't find anything on the floor, I get the chair from the desk and stand on it to check the shelves up top. Hey, I ain't called Peewee for nothing. I see a box in the far corner and grab it. When I shine the light inside, there's a bunch of journals. I bring the box down to the floor and start looking through them. It takes a little bit, but I finally find something. It's early October of last year, which would be senior year and football season.

32:15 The entry talks about Greg getting the Demon's jersey and how everything changed in his life for the better once he started wearing it. Yeah, Greg didn't get better on his own merits after the Battle of Strickfield. He used that double zero jersey. What's up with it? What kind of power does it give? G Peewee? Maybe if you'd read more of the journal you might find out. But I don't get to turn another page when the bedroom lights suddenly come on. Then I feel myself being zapped. Next thing, I know, everything's going dark. If the demon found me here, I'm so dead. Well, my spookies, So much for summer camp being relaxing. Peewee Richter came to Camp Redfeather hoping to get ready for college football, maybe put last year's nightmare behind him, and maybe just maybe stop seeing a dead demonic linebacker every time he closes his eyes. Instead, the Demon is back and the body count is only just beginning. And next week, in part two of Summer of the Demon, Peewee starts digging into the truth behind that cursed double zero jersey. But the more he learns, the worse it gets. So come back

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