Tuesday, November 15, 2011

The Witch of Camp Gingerbread (chapter 3)

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I opened the door and jumped back as a bunch of rats scurried out of the cabin in all directions. I looked inside. My mind was going wild with crazy thoughts of me going into the cabin and never returning. But I was curious to see what was in there. I leaned my head farther in.

"Jane!" yelled Robin.

"What!"

"Um, uh... Wait for me!"

"Are you sure? I could just meet you back at the cabin! I won't be very long!"

"No, I want to stay with you!"

"Alright then." We both went into the cabin. Robin stayed close to me. All of a sudden I heard a soft thumping noise coming from above my head. "Did  you hear that?" I asked.

"What?" whispered Robin.

"That thumping! It came from upstairs!"

"Shhhhh! Be quiet!"

"Robin! Come on, stop being so scared!"

"I'm not scared!"

"Then how about we split up!"

"Fine." I went up the steps. I held onto the railing to make sure I didn't fall. When I got to the top I was suprised to see how clean it was! It looked like someone had just cleaned it yesterday. There was a perfectly made bed in a corner and a bedside table with an ancient looking lamp, a Grimm's Fairy Tales book, and a glass of water! I noticed that the Grimm's Fairy Tales had been bookmarked. I opened the book and saw the story Hansel and Gretel. I had never read the story so I began to read. Before I could turn the page I saw something out of the corner of my eye. "Who's there!" I turned to see a man in tattered outgrown kid clothes! "Who are you?"

"My name is Daniel. I've been watching you through this window." He pointed to a small diamond-shaped window with vines of ivy growing around it.

I didn't know what to say. "Um..." Then I remembered. "Wait a minute, you're that boy from Robin's story! Wait! But that means..."

"I'm not a ghost! I could hear you, you know! I had the window open so I could hear your conversation. Your friend Robin is very loud."

"Yeah, she is pretty loud." I laughed.

"Jane! Who are you talking to up there?" called Robin from downstairs.

"Jane, don't tell her I'm up here."

"Why?"

"I'll tell you later."

"Okay, fine." I turned to the stairs and called out, "Nobody, Robin!"

"Wait, I'm coming up!" Then Robin screamed.

To be continued...