Chippewa Meats Incorporated

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Five teenagers enter an abandoned factory, just as they are filled with disappointment from the lack of adventure... they are soon more than satisfied.

Submitted: September 28, 2014

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Submitted: September 28, 2014



Chippewa Meats Incorporated

Sara Morse

Warm summertime Monday night. It’s dark and the moon is vibrant. The air smells of damp leaves after a fresh rain. The only sounds were a slight murmur of “I’m scared” from female voices, and the sound of loose gravel being stepped upon.

This week’s adventure had led the teens far out of their comfort zone; an abandoned meat factory, built in the 1940’s that had been left to rot for the past twenty years.

All five kids walked in, Alli first, followed by Austin, then Sydney, then Kent, and finally Nate trailed along last. They were all apprehensive initially, but then found themselves in an odd sense of serenity. Their footsteps resonated on the filthy concrete floor. An aroma of musk and dirt overwhelmed them. They looked up to see a dilapidated roof; it was a mystery how the walls around it were still standing. The entire building was decaying; it was just a succession of rooms with old brick covered in graffiti. All around them was a sad, old building, defaced with poor spelling and phrases meant to frighten the intruders.

“Look! Can you believe it?!” Alli screamed as they passed into the next room.

A series of old and rusty meat-hooks dangled menacingly from the ceiling. The light of the still effervescent moon beamed through the shattered window. For some inexplicable reason, it was hauntingly beautiful.

They then progressed with their eerie excursion through the factory until they reached the offices.

“Chippewa Meats Incorporated…” read Kent aloud.


Soon, they found themselves digging through the multitude of old papers, which were yellowing from age.

Alli and Nate continued to the next room, a sinister feeling passed over them while they stared blankly down a long hallway, and at the end, stood a single door. Just barely could Alli read the word, “storage” in faint print among the cracked glass inside the mahogany door frame.

Nate began to move towards the door. Just as he reached for the handle he felt a finger tap him on his shoulder.

“BACK!” he shouted as he whipped around, causing the finger to move off him.

Once he faced the owner of the finger, he was relieved that it was Alli, who was only counselling him to not explore any further.

“Just leave it alone.” Alli said in a hushed and whiny tone.

Nate proceeded anyway and slowly inched the door open. He stepped back to admire his feat. The rest of their friends scurried over once they heard Nate’s frightened shriek. They could only distinguish a ghostly figure. But upon closer inspection, revealed to be only a tattered uniform once worn by a worker, hung delicately on a single meat-hook from the ceiling in the closet.

“This was so pointless.” said Sydney, disappointed at the lack of anything supernatural.

“So should we call it a night then?” inquired Kent.

“Eh I guess.” Austin replied indifferently.


Then began a search for the exit, and after fifteen minutes of tedious looking, they found it and walked the gravel trail back to where the car was concealed among the trees.

A quarter mile down the road, Alli shrieked, “NATE! WHERE IS NATE?!”

Keith slammed on his breaks, whipped around to face the back seat and shouted, “No, he got in the car?! I swear I saw him!”

Sydney only shook her head no as she thought to herself, “Why didn’t he call us? Not even a single text message, or a yelp from him getting our attention as we pulled out?”

She quickly pulled out her cell phone and within ten seconds had Nate on the line.

“Nate! Nate where are you?!” Sydney inquired as she turned her phone onto speaker.

Only a quiet struggle could be heard, following by some type of grunting, and glass shattering.

“NATE?!” Sydney screamed louder into the phone.

A look of terror appeared on everyone’s faces at once as the line went dead; nothing was heard, not even static.

Sydney didn’t have to be instructed. She was already dialing 9-1-1.

“Hello? Yes this is! We went into this abandoned meat factory…” Sydney stopped to gasp for air, in an attempt to halt her crying, “…our friend…he never came out....  YES WE DID TRY TO CONTACT HIM!” the situation was quickly becoming more stressful and urgent, “We heard some rustling… yes, yes it sounded like a struggle.”


Sydney pulled the phone away from her ear and said, “He told me to wait on the line with him, they’re sending out two patrol cars now.”

Sydney carried on with her conversation with the operator.

“What do you think happened? What do we do?” Kent asked quietly as he leaned over to Austin.

“We wait.” Austin replied calmly.

Kent pulled off to the side of the road, and before they knew it, two squad cars arrived, as promised. Except, another followed, and another, and then another. Soon they were surrounded by five police cars, blasting their sirens, and their lights flashing, reflecting off the rear-view mirror.

Five officers went straight into the building, armed with flashlights, guns, and a K-9 unit. The remaining three officers approached their vehicle, “Alright guys what’s going on? You understand that trespassing is a $500 fine, correct? You shouldn’t even be out here.” The tallest officer said, annoyed.

Alli talked the three officers through the entire story, and soon the severity of the situation had become apparent to them. Just as the tale concluded, the five officers returned.

“Well… good news and bad news,” the officer said, with a despaired tone, “we searched the entire place. No blood. No weapons. No nothin’.”

The teens hung on to each word.


The officer continued, “But ole’ Diesel here,” he said as he gestured to the German Shepard, “…found something of concern.”

The cop standing behind him fixed his eyes at the ground and slowly lifted up a plastic bag, containing one human finger.

“Look kids, we’ll keep lookin’ for your friend. Fill out your reports, wait for your parents, get home safe, and pray. Ya got it?”

They all shook their heads yes, and wiped away tears. All except Alli, who had completely lost her mind.

Their parents retrieved them, one by one. Austin was sitting in the back seat of his moms mini-van when she slammed on the breaks. And there Nate was, sitting straight up in a ditch at the intersection of Lake and Chippewa Road. His eyes were open and he was blankly starring at a tree across the road, and didn’t even notice the van. Austin’s mom ran out of the car and checked his pulse.

“He’s alive! He’s okay!” Austin’s mom shouted to him from outside.

Austin reached for his phone and dialed 9-1-1, “Yes, yes we found him. He’s alive. He’s okay.”

The police and paramedics arrived shortly and whisked Nate away straight to the hospital.

Months had passed. Alli couldn’t sleep without having nightmares. Sydney was hearing heavy breathing behind her wherever she went. Kent had developed PTSD. Austin felt nothing; he was immune to any sort of emotion or pain. And Nate? Nate wouldn’t ever be the same again. His friends had tried to visit him in the mental hospital but it was too gut wrenching. He was different. He had gone completely insane.


Most people would like to believe they all lived happily ever after. But to their dismay… they didn’t. Within 11 years, Alli, Austin, Sydney, and Kent had all died in freak accidents. In that order too, similar to how they entered the factory. Suspicious?

But Nate, oh Nate. He’s still alive… barely. He paces around the mental institution nattering about that night. He’s scared. But only because he knows, he’s next.

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