It was the last day of my summer camp. I had my bag packed, when I remembered something. I asked one of the councilors if I could go back to the mess hall to get something. Then, I raced back to the mess hall to retrieve the letters that my mom had sent me over the last month of my overnight camp. “Still there”, I thought, as I grabbed the small stack of open envelopes. I ran back to the campsite, but nobody was there. They must have already started the trek down the hill to get to the buses. I sighed as I started running again, but when I got to the exit of camp, I knew something was wrong. They couldn’t have already left, especially since they knew that I was gone.
I stopped to catch my breath when I heard it. The quiet swept over like a blanket. A cold unwelcome blanket, smothering any sound that could be heard. Now, in a family of five, some silence would have been deeply appreciated, but in a camp of two hundred, it was a bit unnerving. I walked around a little, seeing if anybody was still here, but it seemed like I was the only one.
I walked up Tommy’s Hill, where the horses would be, only there were no horses. All of the stalls were empty, as if never before touched. All except for one, in which lay a small sharp bone. I picked it up and a light flashed before my eyes. Then like a movie playing, a girl, about 10, came into view. She was standing in a very dark forest. Some of the trees I recognized from the High Ropes course. She looked scared and alone. Her head turned, and then she ran.
The scene changed. The same girl was standing in Fairy Grove, one of the most beautiful parts of camp. Three eyeless women surrounded her. One of which had a sphere, attached to a wooden handle, in almost a dagger like fashion. Then, with one quick motion, the woman stabbed the girl with the sphere. As she pulled it out, a small, black, and grimy heart came out too. Then, the girl started going crazy. Her eyes faded black and lit up again; on and off, on and off. Then, she started scrambling towards the small creek, until she was in the middle of it. Then, with one last, ear splitting shriek, the water swallowed her into the earth. I dropped the bone, shaking, and the scene faded.
But, as soon as I looked at it again, it started bulging and moving, until I could see the shape of a human being stepping out of it. A young girl, about 10 or 11, lunatic eyes, screaming and howling appeared from the bone. And, all of a sudden, my quiet peaceful camp was no more.
Dark intimidating trees shot up from the ground, destroying the wooden stables and all the plants surrounding. As the wooden stables disintegrated around me, it suddenly hit me who she was.
And let me tell you. I was no friend.