Almost Deadly Dare – Poor Oliver Got Grilled
by Ale
(Austin, TX)
Oliver was sort of the stuck up rich kid on the floor of campers at summer camp. He had his own room and all the latest trendy things for a 12 or so year old kid of the early 80's.
There were 6 of us kids to a floor, and a guidance counselor for each floor and then shared living space and a pair of bathrooms.
Our live in guidance counselor was an awesome and gigantic black boxer from some South American nation training and working during his summer break. I went to Atari camp at UCSD in San Diego way back when ET was in the theaters.
My parents had shipped me off because I was into skating and computers and they got to spend some time alone for a few months, and not deal with me hurting myself every few days applying for a Darwin award. Great deal for them...
A few months into camp, our counselor was "out" for the night, it was late and we were alone playing truth or dare.
There were a few kids from the other floors in our common area with us.
It gets to Oliver.
He chose Dare. (quite poorly in hindsight)
Most of us had grown to dislike him by then and we all settled to daring him to stick a fork in an electrical socket.
Which he did, with zero reluctance.
He picked the fork up, walked over to the wall, and jammed that fork as hard as a twelve year old boy could.
He made contact.
He shook like a grand mal seizure, it seemed cartoon-like at the time.
His hand smoked, burnt and created a stench that is hard to forget, like burnt hair and buttery bacon mixed with something metallic.
After a few very long seconds he was able to let go.
Who knows how long it really was, time wasn't working right then, but all of us were afraid to touch him until he finally fell over.
He was ok...?
His hand and shirt were smoking, I guess as ok as he could be given the circumstance.
His hand was a freak show.
A couple of fingers seemed melted together, you could see the bones, shit was dripping off it in parts from what I remember before we wrapped it up in towels.
I have no clue whatever happened to him.
The counselor's from the other floors noticed the commotion, sent us to our rooms, ambulance's came. His belongings left a few days later.
We went to the beach and had a BBQ or some shitload of silly distractions to forget about it, and finished our defender clones in basic.
I hope he ended up alright. We're pretty indestructible at that age, but that was one messed up hand.
There were 6 of us kids to a floor, and a guidance counselor for each floor and then shared living space and a pair of bathrooms.
Our live in guidance counselor was an awesome and gigantic black boxer from some South American nation training and working during his summer break. I went to Atari camp at UCSD in San Diego way back when ET was in the theaters.
My parents had shipped me off because I was into skating and computers and they got to spend some time alone for a few months, and not deal with me hurting myself every few days applying for a Darwin award. Great deal for them...
A few months into camp, our counselor was "out" for the night, it was late and we were alone playing truth or dare.
There were a few kids from the other floors in our common area with us.
It gets to Oliver.
He chose Dare. (quite poorly in hindsight)
Most of us had grown to dislike him by then and we all settled to daring him to stick a fork in an electrical socket.
Which he did, with zero reluctance.
He picked the fork up, walked over to the wall, and jammed that fork as hard as a twelve year old boy could.
He made contact.
He shook like a grand mal seizure, it seemed cartoon-like at the time.
His hand smoked, burnt and created a stench that is hard to forget, like burnt hair and buttery bacon mixed with something metallic.
After a few very long seconds he was able to let go.
Who knows how long it really was, time wasn't working right then, but all of us were afraid to touch him until he finally fell over.
He was ok...?
His hand and shirt were smoking, I guess as ok as he could be given the circumstance.
His hand was a freak show.
A couple of fingers seemed melted together, you could see the bones, shit was dripping off it in parts from what I remember before we wrapped it up in towels.
I have no clue whatever happened to him.
The counselor's from the other floors noticed the commotion, sent us to our rooms, ambulance's came. His belongings left a few days later.
We went to the beach and had a BBQ or some shitload of silly distractions to forget about it, and finished our defender clones in basic.
I hope he ended up alright. We're pretty indestructible at that age, but that was one messed up hand.
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