Sequel to the Esterville Series. Rather than giving the class a lesson, Oliver Harper's History teacher, Ms. Fern, takes her students on a journey to Camp Esterville, a place where the fire of '87 began.
There, they meet a charismatic camp counsel...
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Hopping over the massive tree roots, Oliver searched high and low for the ghost girl, but he couldn't find her.
"Miss?" he shouted. "Miss, can you hear me?"
There was no response, the only voice of singing birds filling the empty silence.
Meanwhile, his feet creates huge smudges on the dark red clay of the earth, which flourished on the ground; pieces of granite, quartz, and chunks of feldspar sprinkled across the soil, like spices in a bubbling soup pot.
The sun showered its rays onto precious trees, bushes, and shrubs, who made their homes among the dried roots and dead vines on the floor.
It looks perfect, Oliver thinks, as he catches a glimpse of a trail of black ant soldiers marching past him. It leads him to three feet, copper-colored anthill, to which it had welcomed them back from their tiring journey.
Although he watched them in fascination, Oliver collected his thoughts and resumed his mission of finding the girl.
"Hello?" the boy shouts again. "Miss, where are you?"
Once again, the ghost girl didn't answer.
"Where are you?" he shouted. "Please, I know you're scared, just let me help-"
Suddenly, he heard a twig snap.
The sound of chirping birds, chattering squirrels, and wind breeze ceased, as Oliver's face became pale as snow.
"H-hello?" he stammered. "Who's there?"
Oliver checked around for ghosts or mythical creatures, but there was hardly anyone in sight.
"Weird," he thinks.
He guessed that it was a squirrel or a small animal lurking nearby. Shrugging, Oliver resumed on his trail to search for the ghost, only to notice a quick, fast blur zipping behind the trees.
Though it was quiet, its footsteps ran fast like a cheetah, speeding without ever having to pause take a breath.
"Hello?" Oliver asked, trembling. "Who is there?"
Again, there was no silence.
To be unbeknownst to the boy, the black shadow climbed onto a tall tree behind Oliver, then to its amusement, it jumps off of the tree trunk, performed several fluid backflips, and plummeted thirty feet in front of him.
As it turns out, it was a stunning, dark blond woman with dark eyes, a heart-shaped face, and pale skin. She was dressed in casual clothes and carried Oliver's suitcase in her right hand while holding a small cream-colored suitcase in her left.
"Thank goodness I found you!" Amelia exclaimed.
Oliver freaked out a little, staggering his steps before collapsing on the ground.
