Hello everyone, I am Betty and this story that I am about to tell, it the story that how I started to be scared from the dark.
It was a windy evening and we were camping with my five friends: Linda, John, Darcy, Hannah and Ethan. We were singing songs, playing box games, eating marshmallows and telling horror stories to each other. It was so much fun. Ethan told a story of a girl who got lost in the forest and froze to death. It was so scary that I had goosebumps. The girl was so innocent and just wanted to find her friends but she got lost in the forest. We kept telling stories like this but after like 5 hours, the fire ran out of wood. It was pitch black and so scary. The wind was making us shiver and there were sounds that resembled monster’s voice. One of us should have gone to the forest to look for firewood but who? Nobody wanted to do this scary job so we had to play a little game. “The person who pulled the short stick will go in the forest for firewood!” Linda told. I was okay for this because I was lucky in things like this.
We pulled the sticks and guess what? I took the short stick! I tried to convince somebody to come with me but nobody wanted. I have accepted my unlucky fate and started walking towards the mysterious forest. As soon as I stepped into the forest, I started hearing incredibly scary sounds. I was thrilled my legs were shaking so much.
I started to collect firewood but the air was getting colder and colder every second. I regretted every second of this job. When I finally collected enough firewood, I wanted to go back but… I was lost! I was panicking because of the sounds and I totally forget to leave a sign for return.
Then the story Ethan told me came to my mind and I got even more scared. What if the girl in that story is me? I started hearing sounds “Betty! Betty! Where are you?”. These were my friends! I was so happy that they found me! We returned to the campsite and slept peacefully. Since that day, I have always been very afraid of the dark.