All Chapters of A Night at Wildwood: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Epilogue -It all started back in 2002, when three fearless teenagers were dared to sneak into Camp WildWood at Terrell State Hospital.They were boys, of course — eager, cocky, and desperate to impress a group of girls from school.The oldest, Ben, had just turned seventeen. Dylan and Mark, sixteen-year-old twins, were right behind him. All three were star football players at Terrell High, convinced that spending a night at the abandoned camp would be a piece of cake.They were wrong.Chapter 1 -The night was thick with cackling laughter and blood-curdling screams that would have sent anyone sane running for their lives.It was ten o’clock when the boys, their bags packed, said goodbye to their friends.The girls they were trying to impress cried, begging them not to go, calling them crazy.Ben just chuckled as he climbed into his new Chevy truck, Dylan and Mark piling in beside him. They drove off without a care in the world.An hour later, they reached the hospital grounds.Ben s

Ben burst out of the woods, lungs burning, legs pumping harder than they ever had on the football field.He could see the gate ahead — and just beyond it, Dylan and Mark waiting, waving frantically.Almost there. Don’t stop.But then, from somewhere behind him, a horrible wild laugh echoed through the night.Ben glanced back.Out of the trees, two figures barreled toward him — Willy leading the charge, his mouth twisted into a manic grin, with Sue trailing behind, a look of pure desperation on her face.Ben threw himself at the fence. He scrambled up the rusted iron bars, his fingers slipping on the cold metal.Halfway up, a hand grabbed his ankle — Willy.“Gotcha, boy,” Willy hissed, yanking him downward.Ben kicked wildly, fighting to stay on the fence, but the madman’s grip was like iron.“Let go, you psycho!” Ben shouted.Willy only laughed harder — a bone-chilling, broken sound — and bit down on Ben’s leg.The pain made Ben lose his grip. He fell with a hard thud to the ground.B

The gates of Terrell State Hospital loomed in the headlights like the jaws of some massive, ancient beast.The boys sat in the truck for a moment, none of them moving.Ben flexed his fingers around the steering wheel.“Once we’re inside,” he said, “we stick together. No running off. No being a hero.”Mark and Dylan nodded.Ben popped the glove compartment and pulled out a flashlight and a rusted baseball bat.It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing.Dylan found an old tire iron under his seat and clutched it like a lifeline.“Should’ve brought holy water and a priest too,” Dylan muttered.They climbed out of the truck and made their way toward the gate.It groaned open slowly under Ben’s push, like it had been waiting for them.The air inside the hospital grounds felt thicker — heavier — like stepping underwater.Their footsteps echoed unnaturally loud on the cracked pavement as they crossed onto the grounds.The camp itself lay hidden beyond the trees, dark and silent.But som

The moment Ben stepped past the rusted gates, everything felt wrong. The air was thick with a sense of foreboding, like the earth itself was holding its breath. The familiar trees stood like silent sentinels, their twisted limbs reaching out in unnatural shapes. He hadn’t realized how much the woods had changed, or perhaps it was him that had changed, but the once-eerie landscape now seemed even darker, more alive. The breeze whispered secrets he couldn’t quite catch, but it didn’t matter — something was different, something had awakened.He couldn’t shake the feeling that the woods were watching him, waiting for him to make his next move.Ben hesitated, standing just beyond the threshold of the gate. The path ahead was overgrown, the dirt road buried beneath a tangle of roots and weeds. The forest seemed to close in around him, muffling the sounds of the outside world, leaving only the distant rustling of leaves and the faintest whisper of laughter — or was it a memory?He could feel

Ben’s world spun as the ground beneath him shifted and cracked, swallowing him whole. His legs gave out beneath him, and he tumbled into the deepening earth, his hands scraping against the jagged edges of the fissures. The sound of his breath, ragged and desperate, was drowned out by the cacophony of laughter and whispers that echoed from all around him. It was as if the forest itself was alive, twisting and pulling at him, dragging him deeper into its depths. He tried to scream, but the air was thick with the weight of WildWood, choking him, pressing against his chest. The laughter of his old friends — twisted and mocking — rang in his ears, warping into something alien, something inhuman. “Ben…” Nadia’s voice slithered through the darkness, and he could almost feel her cold, bony fingers brush against his shoulder. “You can never escape what you are.” The world shifted again, and suddenly, Ben was standing in the center of the camp clearing once more. But it wasn’t the camp he r