Loud House Camp Novels & Stories

The storm came in without warning. One moment the sea beyond Black Hollow was silver and calm, and the next it was a heaving wall of iron-gray waves crashing against the cliffs. Wind screamed through the narrow streets, slamming shutters and rattling doors like impatient fists. Sixteen-year-old Mara Ellison stood at her bedroom window, heart pounding—not from the thunder, but from the light. It had flashed three times. Not lightning. The lighthouse. The old lighthouse had been dark for years.

"Hey! Are you all sleeping?" Mr Alberty, the Art teacher from Merganzel public school and the one among the two teachers in charge of our camp asks through the microphone, making everyone stir in their seats. "C'mon, wake up all of you. We'll be at Hondbill National Park in five minutes. Hey there! Wake the one sleeping beside you." There was nobody beside me. Adonis was still in the back with the dudes. "Guys, before we reach there, I'd like to give you a few quick instructions although I'm sure you've been instructed enough from your schools," Mr Alberty clears his throat when everyone finally stirs awake.

(Freya's POV) Today was a weekend and we had made an appointment with Henry to go camping. Henry had prepared everything beforehand and we were picked up in the morning. Hazel and Violet looked very happy and enthusiastic as they got into the car for the trip to the campsite. We were going to stay overnight at the camping site and Henry had brought a tent for us. After two hours of traveling, we finally arrived at the camping spot. It was in the forest and there were tons of people camping there too. Mostly families and couples.

He never would have thought that camping was what this place was for. Now, he had an idea of what he could make in this place. Hideous surveyed the scene, nodding in approval. "This is perfect," he remarked, glancing at Kyle gratefully in secrecy. Kyle smiled. "Glad you like it, Dad. I wanted to make sure it's comfortable for everyone." As they unloaded their belongings, Hideous and Kyle led the families to the cabin. Inside, there were spacious rooms with cozy beds, a well-equipped kitchen, and a warm fireplace.

Emma Spencer. Once I hang up the phone, I stare at the display before me. I can see how entire families sit around Dad’s improvised campfire. The safe house is a cabin, immersed in the forest. It is a remote place, which has strategic surveillance points. Being wide and far away, it can accommodate many people. The neighbors have showed great organizational skills. Once they got here, they quickly organized themselves and set up tents so they could camp. They say that being a Lycan, sleeping outdoors, is no big deal.

Sky looked at Louis with sparkling eyes, "I feel like going back to my childhood. Thank you, Louis. You've cured my longing for my old room. I'm sure Summer will be happy too. Isn't that right, Honey?" Instead of answering, Summer took a few steps forward. Her tiny mouth opened wordlessly. Her round eyes blinked, observing the contents of the room. All the furniture was made of wood with a touch of green. The ceiling was painted blue like a clear sky with a few clouds. The ivory walls were decorated with tree stickers in several parts. In one corner, there was a cone tent that Summer wanted. She would definitely love to play there. She could invite Toby and the Otter family to camp in it.

"Camping? Where? In the living room?" "No," he declared, with the kind of dramatic pause only eight-year-olds and soap opera stars can pull off. "In the backyard." I raised an eyebrow. "Honey, it's Wednesday." "Exactly! Nobody camps on a Wednesday. It's genius. We'll be pioneers. Trailblazers. Rebels of the great outdoors." Claire, sitting on the couch with a bag of popcorn and the confidence of someone without children, smirked. "You should do it, Lis. Live a little."

Just… something real. It was that smile that followed her all the way back to camp. By sundown, the camp began to change. Lanterns were strung between trees. Someone lit the large central fire, and a drumbeat pulsed low through the air. Rogues emerged wearing scraps of color stitched to their usual leathers. Children painted moons on their cheeks. The elders brought out a barrel of blackberry mead that was instantly surrounded.

“How’s a cemetery get decommissioned?” “It’s full. Been that way for a hundred years or so. They don’t even have a caretaker. Everyone else is going.” “Everyone?” “Louis said he’d tell his parents that he was camping with us, which is kind of true. His parents would freak out if they knew the truth. And Kathy’s parents are out of town. They went on some dig to Mexico and won’t be back for a couple of months.” “What? They just left her alone?” “Yeah. She said it was your fault.”

15-year-old Shama ran upstairs to her apartment. She wore shabby clothes and her hair was wrecked. Her hands were dirty with mud. A tiny cupcake was in one of her hand which was half burnt and the other hand had a little doll made up of mud. She grabbed two candles in her mouth as she ran to the rooftop. Shama reached the rooftop and sat there. She went inside a little tent made up of shabby cloth. Many books and handmade items decorated it. A little lamp glowed in the dark. Shama took out a photo of her mother, father and grandpa.