The Camping Trip

It was supposed to be a fun weekend camping trip with my friends. We had planned it for weeks and were excited to finally be out in the woods, away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life.

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As we were setting up our tents and made a fire, the sun began to set and the woods around us grew darker and darker until we couldn't see any further than the warm glow from the campfire. We sat around the fire, telling ghost stories and laughing, not a care in the world.

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But as the night went on, strange things started to happen. At first we starting hearing strange noises in the woods, like twigs snapping and leaves rustling, but whenever we went to investigate, there was nothing there so we gave up. Although we started to feel uneasy, like we were being watched we carried on like normal as best we could.

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As the night went on, the noises grew louder and more frequent. We kept trying to ignore them and eventually went to bed, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was out there.

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In the middle of the night, I woke up to a loud noise outside my tent. I wasnt sure whether to get up and see or hide in my sleeping bag until morning. My curios side got the better of me and i had to check it out. I opened the flap to see a figure standing there, staring at me. I froze in fear as it stepped closer to me. But just as it was about to grab me, I woke up. It was just a nightmare.

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But the nightmare didn't end there. The next morning, we found strange footprints around our campsite, and our food had been tampered with. We packed up our things and left the woods as fast as we could. Hoping whoever or whatever it was didnt return anytime soon.

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We never spoke of that camping trip again, but the memory of that eerie figure still haunts me to this day. I don't think I'll ever be able to shake the feeling that something was out there, watching us, waiting for its chance to strike.