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"He would sneak out at night into your home, then quietly put you out of the house, with a rope tie you up. You can even hear his wooden leg on the grass Dou! Dou! Rattling sound. "

Peter leaned forward, knuckles knocking sound on the wooden table, watching a group of five or six kids with bulging eyes.

"He will drag you all the way to the cemetery next to the wetland center, thinking about how you care."

Friends chuckled, frighten them really easy.

Speaking of stories, I think Peter and I are definitely one of the best partner. I would love screenwriter and short stories, but Peter always able to play them fascinating.

He likes to show it to him just as simple as breathing.

The other two boys were twin brothers, Alan and Derek, they look like great, keep the curly blond hair and a pointed chin face, with blue eyes, freckles and even positions are exactly the same, only Allen difference higher than his brother. They often come to help us to create some effect.

Especially in Aron couple's home, we can tell tales of happy children amused.

Sometimes it!

"In the wetlands, you will feel cold body, because he put you into the pool to go," he whispered: "But you do not know what happened, because your eyes are blinded, the body had been tied up, which erupted in his fingers cold as ice will little by little peel your skin from head to toe. "

Behind the girl a Mingjiaosuola, Drake just touched with ice fingers holding on tight to her neck. The children exclaimed as she followed the trembling with fear.

"He will not stop until he was stripped of all of your body skin so far!"

I do admit that it is very bad, very bad ──! I think Man pedicle with the same feeling I have. But I must say it was really interesting.

She sat next to me, his face showing a little smile, pretending to want to do a lot of fun, but the heart must be very uncomfortable, she just to meet and talk nothing.

She is the only girl in our group of people, to be honest I do not know that she is with us when mixed together. But her personality is very tough, looks are nice, I think this is why we would like to draw the reason she came.

"You feel his breath, knowing he slowly looks at you," Peter jumped into a small circle around them in, so closer to them, but also easier to scare them. "But you can not do anything, because when the water was up to your neck ......"

"Peter, this is enough." Man pedicle flashlights shine and turn on the switch. I saw Peter painful covered his eyes, but can not stop the mouth of evil chuckle. "You scared them fast."

"But every time we have this is not it? We all like to listen to ghost stories." He crouched down, so that we can take to scare them.

"They have been dying, you see, are Sarah tremble." Man pedicle scolded him, while Sarah arms.

I always liked Man pedicle relented time.

Peter white at her, went on unfinished ghost stories.

"Your body is immersed in water, followed by ──" behind Peter came a loud snapping sound in our heads night light is extinguished, the entire attic into a pitch-black darkness. "He put you out of the water ──"

Ghostly mouth while everyone gasped, the little ones quiet waiting what will happen, but I can vaguely see the face Man Di expression of disgust.

Peter's voice also seemed to surround all of us, as he said, this is the story and the acting feels.

None of us say anything, waiting lamp is lit again, and Peter will jump out from a corner.

This is the most old-fashioned tricks, our previous camp at the time often do such a thing. Some would hide tent, at the climax of the story when the dot shadow tricks and throat hoot call these ghost stories of victims who then struck the dark, a shadow toward us.

We all scream.

Anyway, back to the topic. Strange is not strange voice in the darkness or shadow, when the lights when Peter did not come out, on the contrary, he disappeared.

My point of view from other people's facial expressions come out they also feel confused.

"Where did he go?" Drake asked.

Little guys are looking forward to, they thought it was another surprise.

"We say that this is no longer a good plan." Allen whispered, he looked around his feet.

I remember this in my story, Peter should say: "Do not run away, because he was never to see you." Then he incite his head with an ugly mask and messy colorful wigs.

He always pop up, I promise.

"What are you talking about?" Man pedicle low voice.

"He should be coming out now fishes." Drake out of children gather.

"He could not get away, we all around him."

"Probably just looking for another way the whole everyone Bale." I said.

"It appeared he'd better hurry!" Warned the vine stem, eyes furious.

But we waited a long time, the whole attic is not any sound, I began to worry, and perhaps he really out of what happened.

Peter has never been a patient man, just a little longer. I told myself.

Some children excited in place shake, or fear? From out wrinkled little face I can not see.

We, ah, etc. ......

Some of the children are bored.

Where are you ah, the most exciting moment to be gone.

When Franklin behind that window was suddenly opened, I shiver.

Without warning, the ghost of Peter disguised leg toward us from the darkness.

I heard the crowd scream, just like the beginning we thought the same.

But then things become wrong. Peter did not stop, the story is not over yet.

He pushed Franklin, kept his mouth screamed vicious words.

"No, Peter you can stop, end of story." I roared, reaching out his mask trying to stop him.

"Is not over yet!" He growled sharp.

He pulled down Franklin weak body, while raucous laughter, evil and strange.

The children scream and kept pushing each other think running for the door, they kicked and trouble, stumbled climbed to the door edge, but Peter was the first step.

"The story was about to begin."

He pulled the mask. Not just the little ones, we even began to scream.

-

I feel like waking up in a swimming pool, the whole body wet and cold. I sneezed and pulls cold sweat-soaked white camp uniforms. Since the deck is too hard, so I sat up forced back comfortable. The face in the nightmare is still deeply imprinted in my mind.

Just a dream, Teddy, just the same dream. I told myself. But the heart still Putongputong dancing, if I want to restore calm, in a short time it is best not to sleep in the feed.

I opened Bo thin blue sheets, and down spread, then gingerly hand gingerly next to the window in Peter's with a bear in snoring. And the floor after me every step will squeak.

I just stood there and enjoy the summer moonlight shines in the space camp, just inside the hut as warm outside, but covered with goose bumps beneath the skin, I still felt chilly.

Let me begin at the beginning. This is a summer camp after I graduated in six small, we have to stay in this strange campground full two months in the hot summer vacation. Fortunately, I have not had too boring, because Peter, Alan and Derek are here.

Man pedicle original is here, but she was the first day of the bees to sting, and guess what she allergic to?

Yes, she is still people inside the ward.

This is the third day, my nightmare did not give me the opportunity to adapt. I always wake up in the middle of the night, and you know, the camp will always be wearing them to do some activities, but fortunately barbecue welcome meeting the next day I did not fall asleep.

Our camp is very large, a total of eight huts and houses five large tents, in every corner of the forest there are several meandering channels, I do not know where to go through them, I think I am not interested to know. We participated in a total of forty-eight students in which only fifteen boys.

The cabanas are to live the leader. I have only seen one leader, Hans. Mr. Wilde, he was a tall, thin boy, look very young, there is a messy blonde hair and green eyes, only about sixteen and seventeen nothing.

Inside this building huts I only know Peter, I rarely come into contact with four other people. After all, I simply less likely to make friends, not to mention did not wake up in time.

I even did not change clothes to crawl back into the upper berth, ready to try to sleep well again. I looked at the clock and three forty-five up.

Of course, I did not succeed. Peter took me at five o'clock to dig up. I was found in the house are empty except for the two of us outside, we already went to the barbecue area to eat breakfast.

Really terrible! I think. Perhaps Man pedicle of bad, she probably was sitting on the bed, eating dessert.

The weather was hot and muggy, prompting everyone moaning complaining, especially Allen and Derek, they did not even bother to new partners mischief.

Here the woods scary high, very thick, but still can not stop the sun. I raised a hand to cover the glare of the light, the other carrying a hand full of sweaty clothes.

When Hans finally came to the other side of the woods, walking in front of me can not help but uttered Alan wail. I'm sure the place is absolutely the same as with the Mad Max movies dry.

I looked from the probe next to him on the shoulder, a broken curtain obscured greeted small stage above was drawn several Road red line. We approached the stage, and then to Mr. Hans We sat down to listen to his explanation.

"I know a lot of people for the first time to participate in day camp. For them, I have to re-interpret the provisions of a tradition at this camp." Mr. Hans shouted, sharp green eyes swept each of us, as if we were unicorn same.

I heard a few girls stop complaining, but Hans did not bother them.

"In the last weekend of the camp, we will organize a show, each of them a set of man-made cottage, you must complete before that on a good show. Any subject will do, as long as not too more than enough." He stressed the last few words.

Everyone gasped. In addition to Peter with me outside.

Weird, right? I have always regarded as a shy child, but the performance is very good, I never had stage fright in front of an audience.

I looked at the same group of four remaining children, they stood aside, far away from us.

"If someone is injured before the show ......" continued Mr. Hans explains. "Then he can only withdraw."

"Unless you are dead." He said coldly.

"Some people die before?" A boy shouted jokingly. This sentence so that other people laughed, including me.

But Mr Hans did not smile.

"A." His solemn expression made me shudder.

"Hey! Are you okay?"

Afternoon free time, and I was talking to Peter Allen, Derek canoe race. The final outcome, tie, because before we hit the end of the other side.

"My only clean clothes!" Derek growled, picked up a stone to go out into the distance lost.

He did not change clothes.

"Bad." I wring clothes. "Now I'm covered in water taste."

We leaned squatting beside the canoe, Allen is still trying to heal his brother's mood.

"I dare say that the lake has the animal's body." Allen made a disgusting expression. "I can never get rid of."

Yes ah, who told us chose not to play football, do you want to boating?

"You think of what the script yet?" Allen tried to change the subject.

I shrugged. "I do not know, I do not have the inspiration."

"Storytelling genius stems not it?" Derek chuckled. Sometimes he really bastard, like a thin skin Qianbian monkey-like.

I told him rolled his eyes. "That you thought what? We do not even four other people do not know, there is no way to discuss."

"We are just like you." Allen hands stuck in the pockets, kicking foot canoe.

"You can play King of Mischief." Peter said sarcastically.

"Ha - ha," Derek smirked loudly.

"Otherwise, you will play the man ah." Peter proposal.

"who?"

"You say you have nightmares often encounter what is that, that was it ...... leg ghosts?"

I suddenly remembered that nightmare Aron couple home, feeling the body from the goose bumps for a while.

"Yes ah, just like we did before, but now there is no" we "a." Allen said.

"I'm not sure ......" I show the Sao brain. "May be able to play adventure story."

"Come on! Broken leg ghost is a great idea."

I want to tell him to shut up, and try to forget the nightmare goes ugly face.

"I think ......" Suddenly, something interrupted me.

A pair of cold hands hold my shoulders.

-

I looked back, but did nothing.

Nazhen cold clammy touch still close to the skin.

"What?" Peter's voice to calm me.

"No, nothing ......" I whispered. The body could not help trembling.

"I think back to the hut to go to ......." I sat up and pulled the canoe rope.

"We also go." Allen said.

At the end of the day free, we took part in the steeplechase. Mr. Hans and the other to be the leader we ran in the woods between the end, there are several high wall and vine pest in the route, the final hurdle is to swim across the lake.

In my warm-up at the same time, kind of chill is back.

I was what happened, nightmares syndrome do?

That is an illusion. I told myself, just because you feel tense game.

Starting from the first game the two groups, and we are the fifth house is the last game.

The starting point is a narrow cobblestone road, at most, only two people pass, but we also have to take off your shoes. In every game by the team leader to ensure that no one followed behind the accident.

At first, Peter and I ran into the road ahead, we are almost used to fly in the mobile, Greenwood flies by in front of us, we do not even refer back to other people.

I ran across a corner, foot pain is like burning the same.

The first wall in front of us, when I saw the other team who also rushed up. Desperately to grab the rope on the wall and began to climb.

I slowed down, grabbed the rope first, look at the way people have come back have to catch up.

Empty.

"Climb ah! Teddy." Peter urged the side.

So I started to make the force, the first step out of the foot-to-wall slot, on the road on the wall, and I slipped several times, simply because my feet do not tread on the wall.

And Peter is different, his nimble as a cat, keep creeping upward.

I gasped across the top of the hand is almost worn skin.

"Hurry!" Peter jumped off the wall, ran along the wooden bridge. I glanced at the other team, but the strange thing is, they are not on the wooden bridge. Maybe they have ahead of it, I think.

At this time, behind me, I saw a team with African boy followed up.

I jog with, because I was so tired.

The three of us at the same time low bending over to a small tunnel advance.

"Hush ......" a deep voice ringing in my ears.

My heart sank, head accidentally hit the top of the cave, and then move on.

Until I saw Peter disappeared behind me.

"Peter?"

I turned my head, glanced toward the cave entrance.

I squint staring.

Cave no one.

I even feel back pain, foot and feel the mud.

There is no sound.

They ran to where to go?

I was struggling to climb out of the hole.

Woods is no longer just as Shengqibobo, replaced by a white mist in the air.

I felt a tingling chill drifting me.

"Hey!" I shouted.

I really have shouted voice? I can not hear my own voice.

I stepped on the wet grass of water and began to run back up.

That tingling feeling as if my body to be frozen as also throw off rejection.

I staggered in the cave ran, his arms around his chest. I felt like I could run fast, but still as biting cold wind whips as urging me forward.

Cave outside, I saw the high wall erected in the fog.

No shadows.

"What are you!" I shouted.

That is my own voice?

"Peter Allen, Derek!"

no respond.

Is it my imagination, or do the whole woods close to my direction?

I had to run back to camp. I told myself.

I climb over the wall, this time, I could not feel abnormal light, as if I just jump can be flying over a person's head.

Anyone find me? Or is this just a bad joke?

I traveled all over the camp, but can not find anyone.

When I came to our hut, it found that things are really a bit strange.

Our luggage and all items had vanished.

This is not a joke, I told myself.

Where are they?

and many more.

where am I?

As I heard a voice, I stopped.

A boy's voice.

As if calling for help.

I rushed out of huts, just-ran toward the sound source. Just to hear the human voice is enough to make me lift the spirit.

Intermittent boy's voice sounds very vague, but the tone is very excited.

"Who is that?" I was facing the tall earlier canoeing lake.

Sound louder, but it sounds like only one person, but rather like a bunch of children's cries for help. Their voices came from the woods around. Everyone is calling for help.

"Teddy ......"

A girl call out my name, suddenly, those who cry for help shouting disappeared without a trace.

I looked with a faint voice. I saw a girl with long brown hair sitting on the lakeside.

"Other people go?" I asked. The voice whispered close wail.

Strange. I think, too weird.

Her face seemed very sad, and fear. When the girl's eyes floated toward me, I saw the blue eyes sparkling at me.

"He really is." She narrowed it to gray-blue eyes, a deep voice like a dry whisper.

For a moment, I seem to be able to see through her skin complexion, as if she were invisible.

"He really is." The whispers as if from a distance, so light fine, I'm not even sure that he is not really heard.

"I……"

"Those stories you said, got him." She stood up and body, but ...... is floating.

"Do not call his name, Teddy." Her blue eyes like pieces of crystal, as if she could see through my soul like.

"Do not call his name."

Yubi. She turned to face the lake, straight into the dark water.

-

"Wake up!" I feel that it was hard kick kicked my stomach.

"Oh!" I yelled.

Next, the glare of a small aperture in front of me surrounded, then more and more bright, the pain blinded me.

As a result, I found myself staring at the sun.

"He woke up!" A girl shouted.

I passed over?

"You scared us."

Someone's head covered glare, blurred vision when the eyes return to normal, I found that person is Peter. His body was wet, as if bathed in the rain the same.

My head still a little dizzy, but at least the body back to normal.

"Well, you, give this poor man a little room to breathe it."

I recognize this voice, Mr. Hans.

"How do I?" I asked weak. "Game?"

"Nobody wins," Allen replied: "You are the only camp in the whole wall collapsed man."

Around the crowd roared with laughter, including me.

"Get up, kid, maybe you should go to rest." Mr. Hans eyes look straight at me, revealing a strange expression. "If you want it."

"I could go on." I got up and patted the arms and legs, whole body feels numb.

"Yes ah, just make sure you stop any climb a wall." Peter said.

The crowd began to laugh.

I really do not know how today, I mean, I've seen a lot of horror comics protagonists have suffered horrible thing in the camp, but I never knew it would happen to me real. I think the girl sad face, and her words, she is ghosts? Or my dreams of another fantasy.

I'll meet her?

These problems make me the creeps.

At night, everyone in the campfire chat, we just ended another activity, the body exhausted.

I was sitting too far, with a Mingjiaohaili girls sitting together.

She has a small size of the face, big green eyes, and a long red straight hair. Looks pretty full.

I would like to direct back to the tent, jump on my bed, but Peter has been asking me to play that part broken leg ghost story.

She said: It is true.

He said: That is Guiche.

Of course, Peter did not believe my dream experience. So, how can I ask him to shut it?

I have too many things to digest.

Until tonight.

In the forest at night in a strange twisted way, viewed from the outside, it looks like a picture of a black spider web overlap each other together, and those small spot lights, strange echo, like, etc. our door beast.

Temperature begins to sag, do not know because I was in the gate of hell after lap around the back of the relationship, I seem to feel a trace of breeze blowing feeling.

Dead is the kind of feeling it?

We went into the cabin, is correct in terms of the shuffle.

My corner of my eye Miaodao something, on the side of the window.

That girl.

I gasped, her eyes riveted on hold.

"Not to mention its name."

Blink of an eye, she disappeared.

I almost forgot to breathe.

"You like to see a ghost." Peter said. He pulled out a black sweater and pants, put them, rolled into bed.

"I hope you can play when there is such a good look."

-

Tonight dream of things are not the same.

I dreamed of Peter, and all the other friends are on a huge stage, and our faces were masked.

Do not talk to anyone, even music and orange light surrounded us, we try to stimulate the body's adrenaline.

But no one was moving.

We all took the same leather mask.

But I feel the skin gentle hot, as if the mask stuck to my face.

Masks make me harder to breathe, when my whole body was shaking, cold sweats when I stood in front of the owner took off the mask.

I saw a picture of my life may come across the ugliest, most horrible face.

Hands suddenly hold on to my shoulder, tight and even faster fingers pressed into the flesh.

I want to scream, but no sound of shouting.

Eyes blurred, dizziness, everyone's face began to split into two, to three faces, floating in the waves, the music becomes vague hum. Those lights, dazzling lights spinning around me. My stomach cramps start with, followed by a splitting headache ......

"Mosey ......" series of whispering into my mind.

"Mosey ......" They quickly whispered.

"Mosey ......" repeated.

"Mosey ......"

Until I wake up.

The audience is like a scarecrow, dull eyes look to us.

"Mosey." I do not know why the word from my mouth to say.

Then they began an evil smile.

Then roared, growled words I do not understand.

Until I wake up.

-

Show things still have no idea, Peter did not ask me to play a broken leg in a ghost.

I can think of another story, what story line, just let me forget that damn dream like.

No broken leg ghosts, no little girl.

Only me, Teddy, in this strange camp, must find a way to get through the next four Day 38

Today's weather is good, the glare of the sun, constantly drifting cold.

This would be a normal day.

Same as before, and I Peter Allen, Derek canoe race.

I feel a little more quiet, because rushing water distracted my attention.

It took us some time to figure out a good rhythm with the speed boating.

I still believe that this is a good day.

At the last moment, when we are about to cross the finish line, Peter suddenly stopped the action.

"Hey, what are you doing!" I yelled.

But he did not have any reaction, such as not to hear me speak.

"I warned you." Girl's voice in my ear.

Derrick Allen with crossed beside us, looking back at us, face full of confusion.

"You say my name." Peter began.

"What?" I stopped rowing, looked at him blankly, the body can not move.

He turned his pale face surface touch of strange smile. It was a strange and full of evil expression.

"You say my name." He said again.

Next, I saw Alan and Derek widened eyes, open mouth ready to yell when Peter pushed me pushed into the water.

"Goodbye." That was the last word I heard.

-

"Well, I'm done." I close my book, watching the kids.

They issued a series of wail, eager face as if to tell me, I want it.

"No, this is the last story, now, go to bed."

"Mr. Grey,!"

"Come on!"

I shook my head and looked at his watch, smiled and replied: "Who goes to bed before ten, tomorrow could be the first into the amusement park."

Then, everybody quitting en masse.

Well child.

I got up to turn off the lights, leaving Falan Xin uncle's home, return to the warm nest, to continue my work.

"I warned you."

A girl's voice echoed in the room.  