Down by the willow tree

Cold hands

    Ashleys pov
Melisa shivers as Sarah and I tell her about our little adventure. "So the note said what exactly" Melisa asked. "Help me" Sarah and I said in unison. I yawned I barley got any sleep last night still pondering about that. I do think its kinda stupid that we are all making a big deal about this it could just be someone pranking us. I thoughtfully bounce my striking gold soccer ball on my abnormal right knee.

   I lose concentration as Sarah let's out a frustrated sigh. " What's wrong Sarah" I ask a little intimidated that she broke my record for bouncing my soccer ball. Sarah let out another sigh "Apparently my dumb boyfriend a.k.a my ex couldn't wait a whole summer for me, look at his new girlfriend". Melisa and I both looked on her iPhone Sarah continued on "look at this dumb girl with turd brown hair and turd brown ugly shirt, that came out like five months ago and who buys it in brown".

   "Would it make you feel better if I said they look turd perfect together?" I let out a small giggle Melisa always had this way of knowing how to make thing better. My phone buzzes I let out the smallest smile, its my boyfriend Jake. I stepped outside to get better phone reception and answered my phone. " Hey Ash you almost done with that boring camp". " I wish but its only been like one day and I'm staying here for the whole summer unless like something terribly bad happens". " Like the whole place catching on fire". Oh funny him like that would happen. For the next five minutes we went on about sad tragedies that could get me out of here.

    We ending out twenty minuit call with a "wish you were here" type deal and hung up. I trotted back to the cabin but something made me turn around. I gazed up at the willow tree and I thought I saw some blood up there. Ugh look at me I'm already getting paranoid. If you knew me you would know that I hardly get scared but something about this place makes me feel like I'm always being watched. I get out of my little gaze as I see counciler Peterson head my way, just as he does Melisa steps out. " Morning girls" he says in a cheerful voice " I just wanted to let you know that we start our first activity in outside of the red camp at 2:50 we expect everyone to be there" he makes it sound like Michael Jordan will be there.

     Melisa replies in the sweetest voice " sure can't wait to be there" she says goodbye and Peterson walks off. I groan and Melisa heads back into the cabin just as I follow her I trip on something hard Melisa turns around and asks "are you ok?" " Yeah I'm fine just diddnt see anything there". What exactly did I not see? I spot where I tripped and see something white. I started to dig around it and I pull it out just as I do I shriek and drop it. "What is it Ashley" I'm pale as a babys butt as I point to the clammy skeleton hand I just grabbed.

    "Do you think its real?" Melisa somehow says calmly. "How could it not, just don't tell Sarah she already got spooked enough by that not the other day" I replied. Melisa added"We also shouldn't tell counciler Peterson we don't want to start off with him thinking we are just a bunch of gangsters or something". Gangsters?, really but I said that I won't tell him either. "Let's just get back to the cabin so I can wash my hands" Melisa nodded then we walked back.

   Now I am totally freaked out great, and if I tell my mom she will just think its an excuse to go back home witch is what I badly want to do right now. As we go up the steps to the cabin I spot something flickering by the door. "Hey Melisa do you see that?" I ask quietly. Melisa answered my question by saying " I think its a note maybe from counciler Peterson telling us about the schedule." I walk up and read the note what I saw was no schedule. I let out a judge shutter and drop the note. "Whats wrong is soccer not included in the schedule?" Melisa picked up the note and reads it out loud.

     " You better watch out girls the blonde is next, who's grave will you visit now?" With a fingerprint stained with blood right at the end.