We left the men to set up the tents as we went to see the facilities, which were the question on the woman’s mind. As you can see we weren’t excited about this trip like they were. We were all forced to come and sleep with the bugs and animals with only a tent to protect us. Then we came back to make dinner simple hot dogs and bake beans. Then after dinner we started playing card games and drinking a little. We were sitting around the fire because it was pitch black out. It was Joe’s great idea to get th

e flashlights and head out into the woods for and adventure.

The rest of the weekend was very quiet and not fun at all. We couldn’t wait to go home. So it came Sunday and we were packing up to leave, when a police officer came over to our site asking questions about the night and told us that they had found the girl dead and not too far but about 20 feet, a sweater but as the policeman proceeded to tell us it wasn’t hers and wanted to know if anyone knew anything about it. We all frozen and said nothing.

The ride home was quiet and no one talked. My thoughts were that we all knew that a girl was killed about 20 feet from where we were sleeping, and that we didn’t know or do anything about the scream that we heard. For lots of reason the trip was never discussed again, and was forgotten. Well that’s at least what we try to tell ourselves. But thank you for listening because I couldn’t live with myself anymore.

We tried to stay close during the night, so we wouldn’t lose anyone. Out of nowhere, we heard this rustling of leaves from far away.

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