BOO- Amelia Rogers

Four years ago, on a long, dark summer night that bled into morning, four young ladies were enjoying their last night together at camp. After many laughs and stories in their warm and well-lit cabin, the girls decided to go to sleep. Only the four girls and their counselor were together as they turned out the lights and fell into blackness.

Outside, the moon shone dimly over the countryside. The wind blew violently, shaking the forest on the edge of the hills that rolled into darkness. In the cabin next door, the rest of the girl campers were huddled together in waiting, for the threat of danger was upon them. At any moment they expected attack. But the girls asleep nearby were unaware that they were in danger. They slept peacefully as the night wore on.

In the darkest hour of the night, they came. Shouting, they came running over the hills and through the trees. They pounded on the cabin walls where the girls slept. They banged on the door. They scratched and clawed and growled. Some of them climbed underneath the cabin and began to pound through the floor. Inside, the girls were startled awake, screaming in terror. What could be happening? Who were these monsters?

“Don’t let them in!” the counselor shouted. “Block the door!”

Jumping from bed, the girls rushed to hold their attackers off. Suddenly, a terrifying clown face appeared in the window. The girls screamed. There he was again, smiling creepily at the other side of the cabin, holding a giant sledgehammer. Screaming and crying, the girls held each other in fear. What could they do? There was no escape.

At last, the pounding and screaming ceased. The counselor timidly opened the door, and saw their attackers running into the darkness.

The boys.

Were they safe?

The girls shook from terror and joy. But suddenly, the ground beneath them began to shake. The walls of the cabin shuddered as the beds rocked back and forth. And then the cabin collapsed.

Just kidding. We went back to sleep.