The Camping Trip, Page 3

match for the Native American's in their own land. The Chief of the tribe's daughter was fleeing from the battle when one of the white man shot her down. The chief became enraged and all of the white men perished. The chief tried to resurrect his daughter with some magic and succeeded but not in the way that he would like. He resurrected her Spirit from the earth. She would wander this camp site lonely looking for someone to talk to still to this day."

  "Boo!" Brian yelled.

  "Ahhhhhh!!!!!" Penelope screamed.

  "Brian cut it out" Jordan said, consoling Penelope.

  "Sorry guys. Calm down." Brian said.

  "On that note, I’m headed to bed." Rachel said.

  "We are going to turn in too." Jordan said helping Penelope up.

  The fire was great and Brian thought he would have some great alone time with Carla. He moved from his seat and sat next to her. He didn't know what to say so he commented on the story.

  "Great story. It was cool."

  "Thank you. I heard it a thousand times and it still spooked me every time my dad told it. Look I don't want to skip out on you, but I want to go to sleep. There is a hiking trail I want to do tomorrow. Will you do it with me?" Carla asked.

  "Sure I will" he said with a smile.

  "Okay, thanks again. Good night."

  "Good night Carla." Brian said.

  Brian decided to head into his tent. He zipped up his sleeping bag and drifted off to sleep. He was having trouble sleeping and kept tossing and turning. He started to feel real cold, like a cool

  breeze had drifted into his tent. He opened his eyes and a Native American woman was floating over him and spoke.

  "Do not be afraid."