In love with the bad boy (Harry styles)

Chapter 30

Still camping*

Emerson

It was now night time and everything was set up. The fire was keeping us all toasty. Harrys hand was with mine.

"So who wants to tell a scary story?" Tori questioned. I laid my head on Harrys shoulder,and squeezed his hand tighter. Scary stories were not my thing.

"I'll go then I guess." Tori said. Everyone got comfortable and the story began..

(Btw this is a scary story I've read in my life that I've wrote down)

There were two young boys named Trevor and will. They spent most of their summer vacation hanging around town, looking for something to do.

One hot August night,the boys were sitting on a fence by the main road. There was a cornfield just across the road. Suddenly, Trevor spotted something in the field. In the darkness, it was difficult to make out,but he thought it looked like some kind of weird animal.

He nudged his friend and pointed in the direction of the strange-looking figure. Will said he could see it too. He wasn't sure,but mysterious thing seemed vaguely human.

The next thing they knew,the thing was gone.the boys craned their necks and scanned the field with their eyes. Out of the blackness,came the thing. It slowly walked over to the edge of the field before disappearing again.

Trevor and will looked over at each other puzzled.

"What was that?" Will asked.
" I have no idea." Replied Trevor.

No sooner had he said that than Trevor felt a clammy hand on his shoulder. He turned around and found himself staring directly into the hideous face of the thing. He let out a hell of terror and surprise.

The rotting skin on the things face was coming off in places, revealing the bone underneath. For a moment,it just stared silently at Trevor with its dark sunken eyes. Then, it suddenly grabbed hold of his arm. Trevor felt it's fingernails dig into his flesh. He wiggled out of its grasp.

The two boys leaped off the fence and ran Down to the road, screaming in terror. They didn't stop running until they reached their homes. They tried to tell their family and friends about the thing they had seen that night, but nobody Believed them.

When Trevor woke up the next morning,the scratches on his arm were still there. After a few days, they got worse and worse. Trevor got sick and his parents took him to the doctor. After examining his arm, the doctor told the boy it was infected and gave him some pills for it.

(To be continued in the next chapter)