The camp director sat back
High above the camping ground
Rubbed his hands with glee
As he viewed the list
With every child’s name.
All that sugar and spice
And all things nice
Mixed together with the
Sticks and snails
And puppy dogs tails
What a time he would have
He grinned to himself
If only they knew what was to come.
He watched buses arrive
Spew out the willing
Who milled around
Full of excitement and expectation.
Summer camp would never be the same
He would make sure of that.
In a secret place, away from the camp
A large pot steamed
With patience towards boiling.
The bubbling sang it’s own song
In tunes of spells and concoctions
Passed down over time
From director to director.
Each held its own form of magic
From which there was never any return.
At the end of the six week camp
Parents came to collect their charges
Found them tired
Found them heartless
Found them bereft of most things human.
But being parents and doting ones
They were happy to have their child back home
Happy to see the camp a success
Their sons and daughters compliant and quiet
They failed to notice nor really cared
When their children never slept,
Never ate the same.
The camp director licked his lips
Settled back in his luxurious chair
Reflected a moment on the camps success
Sipped once more the nectar he loved
Cast an eye over his spoils
There’s enough he thought
Till the next summer camp.
Written for: http://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2014/12/28/summer-camp-writing-prompt-87-december-28-2014/
Morpethroad 
How creepy and menacing is this! Fabulous job Michael!
The summer camp as you know it doesn’t happen down here so I let my imagination go…..
I don’t have personal experience with them either but they do feature in films/books so I figured we’d all have at least a general notion. You did a great job as they are combining it with horror =)
It wasn’t a very reverent look of them was it. But it was as always fun to write.
Er-meh-gawd! Creeped me out young man! Well done you!
You think? LOL glad to see you visit.
I always visit…well most of the time at least 😉
This was so chilling!! Winter nights and such tales go hand in hand… ironically about summer camps.
Creepy, chilling write, Michael–in all you left unsaid. And that, I think, is what makes it so effective. I have to check out these prompts!
Thanks Victoria. I have to say these prompts are very challenging and I enjoy writing for them. They are very different each week. Not always do I write a dark response, thankfully.
I rather enjoy writing and reading those dark ones, too.
Oh my this is so creepy and scary!! I’ve never gone to summer camp as a child, my mother never wanted to let us go away …she loved having us around and was afraid she would miss us too much…My kids went a few times but I preferred to have them at the lake with us…plenty of kids to play with there.
They don’t happen here as far as I know . So I took a dark path.
My kids went to a bible camp for a week…one summer each…I think I was just as “consumed” with not having them there and what might have happened….so your story confirms it…haha
This is like a horror film. Shudderingly creepily good.
Thank you for your comment, I think I achieved my goal.
Augh! Those poor children!
Thanks Brenda. I agree.
best wishes for 2015
Happy New Year to you, too, and may no children be harmed in the new year!! 🙂