There once was a teenage boy, who was so terribly stupid that he always got F-s on ALL of his tests, so he was sent to this camp because his parents thought that he would learn something. As it happened, all the bathrooms were out of order in this camp, and the only bathrooms that worked were in a haunted camp right next to the new camp. The idiotic boy thought, “Oh, I do not think it is haunted. I think that is just a tale to scare everybody away.” His friends had told him about the haunted camp, and had told him not to go there. Thinking it was a big joke, he went anyway. Against his friends’ advice, he started up the slanting hill to Camp Blood.

The trees were drooping with sagging gray lichen. There were no friendly chirping or flitting of birds in the sullen trees. At last he came puffing up to the door of the foreboding, fortress like camp. The door was made of old oak, and etched along the top were the words; Welcome to Camp Blood. The door was slightly ajar. He struggled to open the doors with his measly strength. It creaked open, though only half way. The corridor stretched before him. straight and narrow, with dust motes drifting lazily down. However, what really caught his attention, was the writing on the walls. “Help”. And it appeared to be written in dried blood. Hurriedly he scampered down the hall seeking the bathrooms. Discovering the bathrooms, he stepped inside.

What he spotted in the bathroom almost made him back out in terror, for in the corner sat a skeleton. But this was no ordinary skeleton; it had light brown eyes which would have looked really adorable on a four year old girl. The skeleton’s eyes were planted on him and refused to waver from him. It watched his every movement. He did his business as fast as possible.

He returned to Camp Blood the next night because he thought that he was way smarter and superior to the other boys. Seriously, there were perfectly good toilets at the slightly creepy camp up the hill. This time he nearly fainted with fright. In front of him crouched the skeleton, but this time the eyes were gone and instead there were long, gashing cat claw marks on the skeleton’s face. Snaking down the skeleton’s high cheek bones were bright red blood marks. As the skeleton sat there, the boy shuddered and did his thing . . . in his pants.

The boy returned a third night. He was never seen again.

This is what happened on the third night. Expecting to see the skeleton in the boy’s bathroom, he searched for the girl’s bathroom. He didn’t want to look at that skeleton again. Just because he was too lazy and did not want to climb all the way up the stair case to go to the bathroom there, he wanted to go in the girl’s bathroom. As he glanced into the girl’s bathroom, he jumped with fear, and did a double take. For there in the corner sat stacks of coffins. Nope, not there. Hoping for the best, he decided to go upstairs. Unknowingly he stomped up the crooked staircase, where his fate awaited. This boy, who was terribly and utterly senseless, walked as calmly as he could without turning to see what was behind him. He was doing this because he felt like he was being watched. Then he stopped, for there in front of him stood two girls. One seemed normal, but the other one looked inhuman, because the girl had no face. She had gouged out pupils and straight claw-like lines going right down her face. “Hello, we have not seen you before,” the creepy girls both chorused.

“Um, h…h…h…hi, H…h…h…how a…are y…y…you d…d…doing?” the boy stuttered.

“We WERE doing fine until you came along,” the sinister girls grumbled grumpily.

The boy had one question he wanted answered, “Are you ghosts?” the boy blurted.

“We are neither dead nor alive, the girls replied.

The boy blinked like he did not understand a word they were saying. Then he heard a quick pattering sound, like when your cat is running to meet you. A cat appeared out of nowhere and stalked up to the inhuman girls. The girl with no face did not seem to hear the cat. However the girl with a face jumped with fright and turned her head to see where the cat was. The boy spotted a slashing claw mark on her delicate neck. Then the girl disappeared. The cat started ambling towards the boy with evil intent. The cat was right in front of him. The boy tried to get away, but his feet refused to move. The last thing he remembered was the cat jumping on his shoulder. Then everything went black.