Midnight Deams: Sleepaway Camp
Starring Sydney Sweeney
(MF, Oral, Titfuck)
By MrMaxLord
Oh hey, welcome back. Let me guess, more blue dreams? I don't blame you, but only a couple more, all right? I'm sure you have some dreams of your own you'd like to create. Until then however, I do have something brewing.
This is another dream duet. Again, a bit on the spookier side. Hey, I'm not the one dreaming this stuff up, I'm just helping you guys create it.
This bit of spooky sleep time features a handsome young man by the name of Brad Bostwick, a film buff and chef with an affinity for slasher movies, the cheesier and crammed to the brim with tropes the better. By human standards he wasn't a bad looking guy. While not exactly tall, dark and handsome with his height of 5' 7", sandy blond hair and neatly trimmed beard he had a different charm about him. Not so much James Bond but more along the lines of Adam West. Wait...is that too old a reference? As an immortal conceptual being time kind of flows really differently so I might not be up to date with all this. Is John Ritter a more recent comparison? Crap, um...you know, just think of whoever your current funny, cute guy of the moment is and that's Brad. I swear after we're done with all this I am doing a deep dive in pop culture for this century.
Anyhow, Brad loved himself some blood, guts and gratuitous nudity, all the things a true film lover embraces. On this night he'd fallen asleep during a Friday the 13th marathon, right in the middle of the seventh entry in the series.
The second part of this dynamic dream team is the gorgeous Sydney Sweeney. I'm guessing from your reaction you know the buxom beauty, or more aptly know of her. The blonde beauty was a savvy actress, having earned a business degree to help her make sure no one would financially screw her in addition to the kind of screwing Hollywood tended to do to young actors. Most of those types were surprised to find out exactly how shrewd Sydney could be. She was a calculating cutie who was ready to take on anyone who thought they could have a piece of her pie before she carved out her own slices.
However that didn't mean she was a stone. Like anyone else, or maybe even more so due to such walls she had to put up as a by-product of the business she had pursued in the Babylon known as Hollywood she was at times a bit on edge, sometimes paranoid which could cause fights with her boyfriend. This happens to be one of those nights and much like Brad she decided to have a been of a slasher marathon, though her film series of choice was Scream. However like Brad, she found herself slipping off into my realm right around the middle of the third film.
And of course, as both drifted off their minds and bodies also had other desires, and these desires called out to each other and wouldn't you know it, two strangers once again agreed to some dream time dalliances. Let's take a quick peak at what their heads have cooked up...
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The night was somehow pitch black without a single cloud in the sky. Something else seemed to be blocking out any light from the moon and the stars. Could it have been the fog? Perhaps, though it was hardly pea soup thick. Instead it just seemed to be swirling off the ground, spectral and ectoplasmic. It all flowed naturally, slithering in the air until the chaos from the summer camp to the south caught up to it.
The first signal was two bright lights in the distance bouncing and swinging. The light was soon joined by the sound of panic; deep breaths and screams barely suppressed. Accompanying those vocals was the chaotic percussion of running feet crunching the leaves and twigs in their paths. In addition to that, the smooth and organic swirls of the fog were soon broken up by the two desperately frightened camp counselors speeding by side by side.
Neither Sydney Sweeney nor Brad Bostwick could believe what they had seen, what they had run away from. All of their fellow counselors slaughtered, body parts everywhere. The only part they could be thankful for was since it was before the grand opening no children were there. However, that was small comfort to both of them. After all they'd all just seen their friends' bodies. Well, some of them. More than likely there were a few missing body parts and as they ran as far and fast as they could they only had one thought on their minds; survival.
There was no communication between the two beyond holding each other's hand just so they wouldn't be caught alone with the maniac chasing him. Even what he, or it, looked like seemed malleable. It was huge and wearing something to cover his face, but even trying to think of that was foggy at best. Was it something ghostly? Was it something for more industrial? Neither could pin it down. All they knew was he wanted them dead and he had all the sharp objects to pull it off and they had no way of defending themselves except running. And aside from their sneakers they were poorly prepared with Brad's jeans and baseball t-shirt and Sydney with her shorter than short denim shorts and tight camp t-shirt tied off to show off her flat tummy.
Their run was aimless, the only goal was staying one step ahead of this murderous beast that was somehow both indescribably slow and insanely fast. They didn't know where it was going to end and just hoped it wasn't at the end of a machete or axe.
Then, ahead about fifty feet, were lights. These lights weren't caused by them either. It was a house, lights shining through the window. They both took a quick glance at each other and silently agreed to put everything they had into one last sprint and try to get help and if no one answered to kick down then barricade the door.
With every last bit of their strength left in their bodies the pair dashed forward, running and jumping over fallen branches and tree stumps with the agility of an Olympic athlete before rushing up the wooden stairs of the two story cabin and flying through the door and slamming it shut. Sydney collapsed on a nearby seat, gulping for air while Brad stood against the door also trying to catch his breath. After a few moments, his eyes went wide and so did Sydney's.
"Was that door open???" Sydney asked, bolting up from the chair. "Holy shit Brad, we can't barricade the door! What if the owners come back???"
"I don't think that will be an issue," he replied. The tired counselor had moved from the door to the window and was looking out, his eyes transfixed on the stairs he and Sydney had just shot up. The buxom blonde joined him, her blue eyes catching what he had in the fluorescent like of the bug zapper hanging from the roof of the porch.
There was a trail of blood, barely even a trickle compared to what they had run away from at the camp but was their nonetheless. However, the trail had many questions attached to it, the main one being was the person who that blood came from coming back? Or had they already been dragged away by who, or whatever had decimated Camp Whispering Willow?
"But we don't know!" Sydney said. "We can't board it up and let someone die out there!"
He turned look at her, then looked around and once more something caught his eye. "Maybe we won't have to." He walked over to the right side of the doorway where a metal latch was on the wall right next to the light switch. The metal latch had writing on it which read Saf-T-Haus. Brad flipped it open and saw a series of buttons with one big red one marked "Full Security".
"This is one of those serious security systems. Metal shutters and everything. No one gets in. It's impossible. We can use this."
"And how is that going to let us let the owner back in if he or they or whatever shows up?"
"Because if it IS the owner there's a good chance he'll have a remote or app on his phone or whatever to let himself in. He does that and we explain ourselves and maybe FINALLY have some help."
Sydney thought on it, biting her lips and pacing a bit before nodding her head. "Okay. And unless they have they key or something NO one can get in?"
"I don't think so. I mean the metal shutters are bullet proof and I think the glass is shatter proof. And if whoever owns this place has that kind of security I'm betting that the walls are about as far from hollow as it can get. Maybe even steel lined."
"Okay," nodded Sydney. "Do it."
Brad took a breath and pressed the button and in seconds steel shutters slid down and clicked into place on the door beside him and judging from the muffled sound he heard through the window before the same thing happened to it the front side also had it's own shudder.
Brad and Sydney looked around the entryway area as every single window was covered with a steel shield that was hopefully impenetrable.
"We should check every single one," Sydney said. "Just to make sure none of them got stuck or anything. And check out the house while we do that."
"Good idea," Brad agreed. "I take the first floor, you get the second. Grab anything we can use for weapons in case worse comes to worse.
"Got it." The two split up and Sydney climbed the stairs to the second floor. The caution in her step was gone, for the most part. Thick steel security doors will have that affect on a person. When she got to the top she looked over the railing, working out in her head if she could survive jumping from it if for some reason their pursuer got up their and was chasing her. She finally settled on probably but with a couple broken bones if she was lucky.
The walk way was bookended by two rooms, one of them most likely the master bedroom. directly in front of her was the bathroom. The door was ajar so that was an easy investigation. The busty blonde peaked her head in, flipping the switch. It was small, but not New York apartment small. It was nice and homey as well. A porcelain sink with perfectly polished faucets and knobs, a nicely sized mirrored medicine cabinet and a combination shower and tub with a sliding glass door. No windows in the room that Sydney could see but she kept the shower in mind for later. Who knew how long she and Brad would be stuck there?
She moved to the room ahead of her at the end of the hall. It was the master bedroom with its own restroom. She flipped the light on and saw a spacious but not ostentatious room. A dresser, chest of drawers, a mildly large closet, all the usual trappings loaded with the usual knick-knacks. The bed however was something special. Warm and cozy with a wonderfully homey-looking quilt and so many fluffy pillows she could tell whoever owned this place valued their sleep. There was also a big sliding glass door leading to a balcony, or so Sydney surmised. There was a big, rectangular steel shudder about the right size for such a thing.
Once she was done with that she moved back out into the hall and checked the next nearest room. It was an office. Cluttered with papers on the desk and a half-filled mug of tea, most-likely lukewarm. There was another sealed off window behind it the desk and most importantly there was a glass gun cabinet that housed a repeater rifle. She walked toward it and smiled when she found the cabinet unlocked. The smile grew even wider when Sydney opened the door to grab the rifle only to find a box of shell as well. She grabbed both and began to head downstairs, the last door on the left slipping her inspection for now. She'd get back to it, or so she told herself.
