"Guys, do you know where we are?" Darius asks, "Welcome to Jurassic Park. This is where it all began."
Kenji doesn't share the same mood Darius is in, "Nope. No way. We shouldn't be here. EVERYONE knows this place is haunted."
"Haunted?" I asked.
"Yes," Kenji answered, "Terrible things happen here."
"As opposed to the REST of the island?" Darius joined me by questioning Kenji's statement.
"Exactly."
I sighed, "We need that compass. Yaz, please, talk some sense into him."
"Those two are right," Yaz tried to reason, "Jurassic Park isn't haunted." We thought she was siding with us until, "It's cursed."
This brought even MORE confusion to us. Darius asked, "What?"
Yaz explained, "Legend has it that the original park owner broke his ankle here, and was eaten alive by Compies."
Kenji freaked out and looked like he was about to pass out. I told Yaz, "What? Didn't John Hammond die of natural causes? Where did you hear that?"
"Read it somewhere," Yaz answered, "I'm kind of obsessed with theme park deaths."
"You sure came to the right place," Kenji commented, turning pale. A Compy ran inside.
I scoffed, "If you two want to believe in ghost stories, then you both can go back to the boat and make sure nothing makes the lunch tray that's covering the patch on the boat, fall off. I'll go in and get the compass." Scoffs filled the air as Darius and Yaz joined me and I volunteered to walk into the building.
Kenji mutters, "I hope no one ends up reading about me, after this." We heard him, though. We walked into the building. The door behind us closed on its own. We looked around to find the compass. We found the compass high up.
"We gotta get up there," says Darius.
I commented, "Considering that it's like thirty feet in the air? Yeah, easy."
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Camp Cretaceous: Its death time (rewritten)
HorrorI have written this story before. But over time, I have become a better author, so I will be rewriting this story in a better way. This is all from my perspective as I made myself as one of the characters.
