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Now, they weren't that brave, and found it a little frightening to stay in the woods since it was just the two of them. They thought it would be a good idea if they asked someone who wasn't afraid to come along with them if she wanted to. .
             So it was settled. Stacey, April, and Britney would go to Focus Point for a couple nights. Stacey and April trusted Britney to keep their place a secret and knew they would have fun camping with her, but it was then that April had a funny feeling inside her, telling her something didn't seem right. .
             After a few nights together, the three thought it would be a good idea if they went back home soon. So they decided they would stay one more night then pack up the next morning. .
             It was the last night and April and Britney wanted to climb down the cliff and build a fire on the beach before it got dark. They decided to just sleep down there because they thought it would be too dark to climb back up. They weren't to high up, but Stacey wasn't too fond of climbing. So she decided to just stay at her tent and go to bed. April and Britney tried to talk her into coming with them, but they were unsuccessful and decided to just let her stay up there. So the two headed down to the beach with their tent as Stacey got ready for bed. .
             Stacey watched the two try to build a fire and then set up their tent while she wrote in her diary. It was then when she felt something weird going on. As the sun set, she went inside her tent and laid there as she thought how much fun this time had been for her and her friends. That's when she heard someone calling her name. She knew it had to be Britney playing another one of her tricks so she didn't respond; she just tried to ignore it. As the sound of her name got closer and closer, she realized it wasn't Britney and laid as still as possible. She saw the zipper slowly start to open and knew she had to do something. The only thing that came to mind was to scream.


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