The Bonfire Ghost

Part 1

It all started with a group of 3 best friends. They knew each other since kindergarten.

They also had their own tradition. Every month they would tell each other a story that was based on a true event.
Their names were Elisabeth Stone, Ciara Durham and Daniella Becker.

Were they about to find out the secret that lays above the house of one of their best friends?
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P.O.V. Elisabeth (always)
I felt sick this morning. Today was another day of school. But that wasn't why I was feeling sick. Every month me, Ciara and Daniella would tell each other a horror story.

Even though I knew most of them weren't based on a true story, Daniella told us she had one that she had experienced herself.  Daniella wasn't one to be messed with, so it had to be something serious.

I got out of bed and quickly got dressed. I never really took the effort to look my best for a schoolday, so sweatpants it was.
'Elisa! They are here!' My mom screamed from downstairs. 'I'm coming!' I yelled back.

To describe my best friends with a word is: chaotic. The three of us are literally the opposites of each other. I'm the one who doesn't give a shit about my appearance or anyone else for that matter, except for my friends of course. I also have zero knowledge of guys. Ciara is the busy bee of the group. She keeps us ahead with schoolwork and won't let us sleep during class. Daniella is the so called "bad girl". She has a bad reputation on school and skips most of her classes. Although the last one is a bit out of order these days because if you do, someone named Ciara will chase you down the streets.
We keep each other sane. We know we have different personalities but that makes us the best friends we are today.

When I opened the door I was immediately attacked by two screaming girls and a lot of arms.
'Hey girlies! Omg come on we have to go.' I laughed at them before they let me go. The black mercedes of Daniella stood in the driveway. Daniella's parents were insanely rich.

'Daniella I'm really curious about that story you are going to tell us tonight.' Ciara said after we arrived on school grounds. Daniella scoffed a little.
'Trust me, you don't want to know it.'
She quickly walked past us towards her Economics class. Ciara and I gave each other a knowing look. Daniella had a relatively small temper, don't make her angry. Never.

After school we drove to the place where we had our storytelling every month. This tradition had set off for the first time when we were 10 years old. We used to camp in the woods and Daniella tried to scare us with her creepy doll stories. After nine years we still haven't broken the tradition.

When we arrived on our usual spot in t he the woods, we made ourselves a comfortable spot to sit on. We placed a mattress on the damp ground and we set up a campfire.

'Okay guys, before I'm going to tell this story to you, you will have to know a few things. First of all, this story is a hundred percent real. I experienced it myself and I don't wish it upon anyone to see what I have seen. Second of all, if you don't believe me, look for yourself, I don't care, but don't laugh at me.'

Daniella had an expression on her face I have never seen. It was regret, and sadness. A silence settled between us. Ciara and I didn't know what to say. We never saw our best friend as scared as she was right now.
'I guess I will start then...'