Dark Days

First story I wrote since I've been bored... It's a story about a girl and her best friend on a summer trip. What they thought was going to be fun turned into a winding road of love, drama, and jokes


It was a dark night and the sky was completely clear, and filled with stars. There was nothing but the sound of the crickets calling to each other in the grass outside the tent. Jasmine and I had gotten all settled in our cozy "camp" where we would be staying for a week. School had just ended yesterday with farewells, and see ya next years. We decided to miss the last day of our sophomore year, though, to finish packing for hopefully the best week of our lives.

We had arrived at the lake later then expected and were exhausted. Jasmine was literally collapsing, and looked like some drone trying to unload the car. The campsite we chose was just a plain wooded area that we found and decided to park. We really didn’t have a specific destination. All we knew is that we were going camping where it looked the best.

The lake was pretty big, and had a dock where we could sit and stick our feet in the water, which was pretty warm considering the heat. If you ever listened in science you’d know that water is coldest when it’s humid, or hot out, but not in this case. The water was creepy warm, un-natural warm. Most of the shore area was covered with trees and brush. The whole lake was completely deserted by the public.

Once everything was unloaded from the car we began to set up the tent. I was trying to lay the tent out flat, while Jasmine wrestled with the poles.
"You gonna make it over there, or should I set up the poles?" I laughed.
"Shut up Selene!" Jas yelled.

We put the tent as close to the shoreline as possible, without getting carried away by the tide. By the time we were finished setting up the tent it was almost dark outside, no thanks to Jasmine and her death match with the tent poles.

"Now, how about we tell some super scary stories, seeing as the sun is practically down. Only the scariest are allowed. I mean like the kind that will keep me up all night." I stated
"You’ve got to be kidding me!" Jasmine replied, "we don’t need scary stories to scare us. We’re the biggest scared cats alive!"
"Hey speak for yourself!" I shouted.

I grabbed the flashlight and put it on the top of the tent so we could play charade shadows instead. Jasmine put her hand up, and made a dog (I never would’ve guessed that; not). We started laughing so hard our stomachs hurt. I thought my lungs were going to burst.

Jasmine fell backwards from laughing and spilled her soda all over the place on the blankets which, of course, made everything instantly sticky. As soon as we caught out breath, and looked back up to make more shadow puppets, we saw a shadow of a man outside of our tent.

Panicking, I searched for the pocket knife that I kept in my bag, and ran around the back of the tent where we saw him. When I got there, there was nothing but an area of leaves flattened where he was sitting. Poof! Just like that he was gone!

Jasmine was practically having a seizure in the tent so I started freaking out as well. What do you do when someone’s almost having a seizure? I mean it’s not like Jasmine has medical issues or anything. I should’ve listened less in science and more in health. JEEZE! I thought to myself.
"Jasmine, are you okay? There’s nothing put there so don’t worry about it.

I’m sure it was just our imagination. If there was something out there I would have gone kong-fu on their ass!" I paused, "well I guess it’s a good thing we didn’t tell scary stories after all."
The quiet after that was a little unnerving. Jas wasn’t saying anything.


By Kaylar Barstool