We scurried to the window to peek outside. The closer we got to the wall, the easier it was to hear the noises. Whatever it was was breathing like a monster, and scratching at the cabin. We pulled back the curtains slightly, and hesitantly.
"What is it, Candy?" we asked.
"Nothing." She replied.
"What do you mean, nothing?"
"I mean there's nothing there!" Candy said.
"It's probably Gabby P. pulling pranks on us." I suggested.
"Or a stray cat." Jordan said. Everything is about cats for her, and that's partly why she's my best friend.
If it was Gabby who was messing with us, then I would be more suspicious than creeped out. Why was I creeped out, anyway? Jordan assumes it's only a cat. But then again, cats don't breathe creepily. But neither does Gabby P. or any 14-year old girl for that matter.
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Campfire Song
TerrorVioletta was looking forward to summer camp, everyone was. It was supposed to be safe and fun, and at first, everyone was there, enjoying camp. But when some girls enter the woods at night, they don't come out. There's something in those woods.....s...
