Chapter 2: Just the Beginning

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They checked his dorm, his bed, and the cafeteria room, but he was gone. So they called Will’s mother and made a search party to look for him. The campers wanted to search as well. When it was night time, one of the campers, (her name was sandy), was in the dark with one torch in her hand. The torch in her hand was pointing to a tree. She saw something white behind the tree. When she shined the light closer she saw what it was. It was a skeleton hand, and it pointed to her left. She followed the skeleton’s direction, and it led her to a dead body .IT WAS WILL! He was covered in blood and was stabbed about three times in the stomach. There were ropes around him, and when sandy turn around, she saw something moving. It was a person in a black cloak with the hoodie over its head, so you couldn’t see its face .It’s head had turned around, and it had a skeleton face. Its boney hands were dripping with blood.

The skeletons face had disappeared into the darkness, and was gone forever. After a year, the town, the camp site, and sadly even Sandy, had forgotten the death of Will. Sandy’s mother sent Sandy back to the camp when it was morning. The instructor noticed that Sandy was missing, and made a search party to look for her. Night fell, and they were still looking for her. Then they saw something…. It was a note pinned on the tree. They realised that the thing that was keeping the note pinned to the tree, was a knife covered in blood. While the knife was covered in blood and was dripping, most of the note was in blood. It said “GET OUT OF THIS CAMP OR PAY THE PRICE”.

They felt something dripping on top of their heads, and when they looked up, they noticed that it was blood. As they looked to who the blood had belonged to they were shocked to see that it was......

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