The Night In Cabin Six

Pocket knives

He Im sorry I haven't been writing! I had to take a break to focus on other things. But here's the 1/2 final :)) 

POV: Puffy

The ghost took me down on the floor and started to choke me. I knew I was going to die that night, but I couldn't leave Minx. Would this be the end? I turned my head to the left, looking under the bunk bed and saw something shiny. I put my knee up to hold the spirit back then lifted myself under the bed to grab the knife that was slid under it that night Minx cut my hand. I had no clue what a simple pocket knife could do to a spirit, so I had to find out myself. I lifted my arm and stabbed her chest. She started to scream like a six year old, so I made a run for it; I didn't know where to go, however. I ran fast into the forest and saw Minx's Oak tree. I sprinted towards it and passed out. 

POV: Minx 

While I was playing my last few lines of the musical I looked to the clock and saw it was 11:58. Two more minutes until the kiss came. I had a gut feeling that something wasn't right.. 

He said his line, leaned in. It wasn't right to me, so I shoved him and ran out the back doors. I had to find puffy. I ran to the forest in my white dress, getting mud all over it. Once I got there, I saw her lying on the dirt, next to my oak tree. I rushed to her and picked her up.  I took her to the cabin and let her lay down while I called someone for help. "Minx?" she said, with a sore voice. I rushed over to her and hugged her the hardest I could. "Don't worry, we can leave this camp soon."