I'm at Max's Game Show but to keep you guys un-bored, i'll tell you a short story, actually it's not really short but it's interesting, it's supposed to be scary but it's for kids so it's not really that scary, i found some pretty scary stories but they were like explicit .-. here i go :)
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I have never been to a camp before....this was my first time. It was the summer of ’07, June 16.
My cabin was 310. It was one of the older and smaller cabins at the thirty-four year old camp. It was my first night sleeping in my cabin with the five other girls. At about 11:30 strange sounds were coming from outside. They were so loud it woke all the girls in cabin 310 up. “What is that?” asked a girl. Everyone was wondering what was making the weird sounds.
“I know what it is,” said one girl. “It’s the crazy guy in the woods.”
“Stop trying to scare us,” I said.
“I’m not lying,” she said in a angry voice. "It was about ten years ago when the little girls in this cabin were murdered by a random crazy guy that came from the woods." We all sat down to listen to her story. "He came into the cabin and just hacked all the little girls into small pieces with his butcher knife. My sister told me every night the little girls that died in this cabin haunt everyone."
“That’s a big lie. No crazy guy from the woods chopped little girls up in pieces,” I said.
“You dont believe me?”
“No I don’t. Sounds made up.”
“Follow me, then,” she said.
“Follow you where?” I asked.
“To the woods. They say you can still hear the crazy guy talking to himself as if someone else is there.”
I just stood there for a minute. “Unless you’re scared of the dark,” the girl said in a mocking voice.
“No I’m not.” We all grabbed a flashlight, put on our shoes and went outside. She led us to the dark woods. She began to walk in, but we all just stood there staring behind her.
“What!” she said. She looked behind her and saw the same thing we did - a white figure walking around. Then we saw another one, then another. We all ran back to the cabin and jumped in our beds.
The whole time I was lying there I couldn't get the images out of my head. Could the girl be telling the truth? Did the little girls who once went to this camp really die?
My cabin was 310. It was one of the older and smaller cabins at the thirty-four year old camp. It was my first night sleeping in my cabin with the five other girls. At about 11:30 strange sounds were coming from outside. They were so loud it woke all the girls in cabin 310 up. “What is that?” asked a girl. Everyone was wondering what was making the weird sounds.
“I know what it is,” said one girl. “It’s the crazy guy in the woods.”
“Stop trying to scare us,” I said.
“I’m not lying,” she said in a angry voice. "It was about ten years ago when the little girls in this cabin were murdered by a random crazy guy that came from the woods." We all sat down to listen to her story. "He came into the cabin and just hacked all the little girls into small pieces with his butcher knife. My sister told me every night the little girls that died in this cabin haunt everyone."
“That’s a big lie. No crazy guy from the woods chopped little girls up in pieces,” I said.
“You dont believe me?”
“No I don’t. Sounds made up.”
“Follow me, then,” she said.
“Follow you where?” I asked.
“To the woods. They say you can still hear the crazy guy talking to himself as if someone else is there.”
I just stood there for a minute. “Unless you’re scared of the dark,” the girl said in a mocking voice.
“No I’m not.” We all grabbed a flashlight, put on our shoes and went outside. She led us to the dark woods. She began to walk in, but we all just stood there staring behind her.
“What!” she said. She looked behind her and saw the same thing we did - a white figure walking around. Then we saw another one, then another. We all ran back to the cabin and jumped in our beds.
The whole time I was lying there I couldn't get the images out of my head. Could the girl be telling the truth? Did the little girls who once went to this camp really die?
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