The following morning, we did another search. No sign of any of the girls. No Jordan, no Alison...no Gabby. It was just as dead of a search as yesterday. I don't understand! Did someone kidnap them? That was now the only explanation. What else could've happened? They did not die, otherwise we could find their bodies. At least one thing makes sense that I forgot about. The graveyard. That's why it smells so terrible. Why does that matter, though? I should quit worrying about people who died a hundred years ago, and think more about people now. People I actually know, and care about. I don't know anything anymore. Not even my seven times tables. And certainly not what happened to the girls. Breakfast didn't mean much to me today. Even though it was waffles again, it didn't matter. I just want to be with Jordan watching Corpse Bride or something. Her favorite Tim Burton movies are Mars Attacks, Edward Scissorhands, and Corpse Bride. We have so much in common. I remember our last sleepover, when we watched Sleepy Hollow and ate cheddar popcorn. We also built a tent out of bed sheets, and read magazines. We had a zillion glow sticks and pillows. We. It's a word I fear will never be the same again.
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Campfire Song
HororVioletta 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...
