A Night of Fright is No Delight!

It was a hot, sunny afternoon. My friend and I were on a camping trip. We had set up a tent and lit a campfire. It was highly enjoyable.

We crawled into the tent and my friend began to tell a ghost story. Soon, we were taking turns telling incredibly spooky stories. I was in the middle of a really exciting story when I began to hear noises.

First, there was the sound of crunching leaves. Then a fast thudding. Then the squelching of mud between toes. Whatever it was, it made a heavy sound. I looked at my friend. Her expression of horror and disbelief told me that this wasn't my imagination. There was no mistaking it now. Something was coming towards us. And it was coming fast.

I saw shadows dancing around our tent. With a thrill of horror, I realized that our campfire was still blazing. We had forgotten all about it.

“We’ll have to run for it,” I whispered.

“Are you crazy?!” my friend asked.

“Have you got a better idea?” I asked, annoyed that she was so

afraid of an anonymous thing.

She had to give in. We crept out and ran blindly through the dark. Miraculously, we reached the village soon. We were immensely surprised at this. We looked back. The thing hadn't followed. Thank goodness!

We sighed with relief and headed home, Hoping our campfire won't develop into a forest fire. That thing in the campsite still remains a mystery for us.