Camp Ghost

"Have you guys heard the story about the ghost at this very camp?" Nancy asked.

"No," replied fourteen year old Jenny Jamison, "and don't need to. You should know by now that those stupid stories are just to keep us in our cabins at night."

"No," said her friend Stacy Stevenson. "No, it's true. Last year I saw him with my own eyes. He was in a field right beside this cabin.  A friend said that it was the ghost of a little boy who was burned to death six years ago."

Nancy Newt challenged us to go down to the grave where the boy was, you know, six feet under. At first we both disagreed, but we gave in to peer pressure and went.

We marched down to grave. We took a candle with us which we were supposed to place five feet from the grave. We were ten feet from the grave when we decided that we were close enough, but we still wanted to see the tombstone. We went down to take a closer look. Suddenly Stacy started screaming. She was on fire. Stacy saw that Jenny was burning too and she died of fear.

The next morning everybody went down to see where the girls had gone. They spotted a black field, and realized that the girls had died in a blaze.