Stacy struck a match and lit the pile on fire, watching it grow into an inferno. The smoke burned her eyes, but the campfire songs sung by her friends drowned it out in a horrible, off pitch amalgamation of voices. I think fondly of the day as it turns to night. She quickly made the fire bigger before throwing in her first victim. They screamed and screamed, their flesh glowing in the firelight. Stacy pointed into the trees, seeing the horrible creature and she screamed even louder which she didn’t know was possible. The shadow of the creature slipped from the treeline, launching itself toward the light of the fire (similar to a moth). The monster bore a striking resemblance to William Shakespeare, except for the fact that it was crawling around on all fours and had worms coming out of every hole on its face. So, basically the same thing. He screamed famous quotes from his plays in a garbled, demonic voice, making them sound like battle cries. The actors broke ranks and character as the monster started massacring them. They ran for safety, leading the monster to the fire to burn.