"Hi Cristy! How is your hand?"
"It's fine... it wasn't infected, thank god."
I wave at a group of people I know from somewhere. I am a peoples' person, and it is my job, no, my duty to know everyone. Whoever said "You can't make a hundred friends without making a few enemies" did not know me.
I keep going while talking with my friend. She's an internet obsessivist from top to toe and keeps talking about 'how awesome that Bloodsoul fanfic was'. I don't know alot about that and honestly have no idea what a fanfic is, but keep nodding interestedly. The whole Bloodsoul thing seems a little creepy to me, but it's cool so I have to be cool with it.
Some kids are playing that video again. The echoed clicks makes me slightly shiver.
"Are you cold?" A voice says. I don't bother to look for the source. "Uh, yeah, it's a little chill in here don't you think?"
"Hm, I don't think it is..." My attention slightly glides towards the message board. A paper catches my interest. Big yellow letters say 'Alwood Teen Camp: A new event, a great way to meet new people!' This greatly catches my interest. I love meeting new people!
"Hold that thought." I say and go towards the board. I take a picture with my brand new iPhone 7 and write my name on the lines. There are about four others signed up too. Then I move forwards. I hear a low chuckle behind me and the words "As if she needs more friends."
YOU ARE READING
He Lives
HorrorNot everything you read on the internet is true, they say. Memes, myths and teories... all fun and games, they say. But what if there was something behind the stories? Something... terrifying?
