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fog.
My sneakers pounded the ground. I made my way to the cabin.
The lights were out. The other guys were in their bunks.
I burst inside and let the screen door slam behind me.
“What’s up?” Sam demanded.
I didn’t answer him. I ran across the room. Grabbed my brother. Shook him
hard. “Come on. Hurry,” I ordered.
“Huh?” Alex squinted up at me sleepily.
I didn’t say another word. I tossed him his shorts and his sneakers.
I heard the other guys stirring. Joey sat up in his bed. “Harry—where were you?” he asked.
“Lights Out was ten minutes ago,” Sam said. “You’re going to get us all in
trouble.”
I ignored them. “Alex—hurry!” I whispered.
As soon as he had his sneakers tied, I grabbed his arm and tugged him to the
door. “Harry—what’s wrong?” he asked.
“Where are you two going?” I heard Joey call.
I pulled Alex outside. The screen door slammed behind us.
“Run!” I cried. “I’ll explain later. We have to get out of here—now!”
“But, Harry—”
I pulled Alex over the grass. The fog had parted enough to let a trail of moonlight slip through. We followed the trail to the
woods.
Our sneakers slipped and slid over the wet grass. The only other sound was
the chirp of crickets and the rush of wind rattling the pine trees.
After a minute or two, Alex wanted to stop to catch his breath.
“No,” I insisted. “Keep moving. They’ll follow us. They’ll find us.”
“Where are we going?” Alex demanded.
“Deep into the woods,” I told him. “As far away from that camp as we can.”
“But I can’t keep running, Harry,” Alex cried. “My side hurts and—”
“They’re all ghosts!” I blurted out. “Alex—I know you won’t believe me—but you’ve got to try. The kids. The counselors. Uncle Marv. They’re all
ghosts!”
Alex’s expression grew solemn. “I know,” he replied in a tiny voice.
“Huh? How do you know?” I demanded.
We squeezed between two tangled tree trunks. Over the chirp of crickets, I
could hear the lake washing over the shore just beyond some tall shrubs.
We’re still too close to the camp, I told myself.
I pulled my brother in the other direction. Away from the lake. Pushing aside
tall weeds and shrubs, we made our own path, deeper into the woods.
“Alex—how do you know?” I repeated.
“Elvis told me,” he replied, wiping sweat off his forehead with his arm.
We ducked under a tall thorn bush. Thorns scraped the top of my head. I
ignored the pain and kept moving.
“Elvis said the ghost story about the fog was true,” Alex continued. “I
thought he was just trying to scare me. But then he—he—” Alex’s voice
trailed off.
We ran into a small clearing. Moonlight made the grass glow like silver. My
eyes flashed in one direction, then the other. I couldn’t decide which way to
run.
I swatted a mosquito off my arm. “What did Elvis do?” I asked Alex.
Alex raked back his dark hair. “He tried to take over my mind,” he told me in
a trembling voice. “He floated into the fog. And then I started to feel really
cold.”
Twigs snapped. Dry leaves crackled.
Footsteps?
I shoved Alex back into the trees. Out of the clearing.
We pressed against a wide tree trunk and listened.
Silence now.
“Maybe it was a squirrel, or a chipmunk, or something,” Alex whispered.
“Maybe,” I replied, listening hard.
Moonlight trickled through the treetops. It made shadows dance over the
smooth clearing.
“We have to keep going,” I said. “We’re still too close to the camp. If the
ghosts follow us…”
I didn’t finish my thought. I didn’t want to think about what would
happen if the ghosts followed us. If they caught us…
“Which way is the highway?” Alex asked, his eyes searching the trees. “It
isn’t too far from the camp—right? If we can get to the highway, someone will
give us a ride.”
“Good idea,” I said. Why hadn’t I thought of that?
Now here we were, in the
My sneakers pounded the ground. I made my way to the cabin.
The lights were out. The other guys were in their bunks.
I burst inside and let the screen door slam behind me.
“What’s up?” Sam demanded.
I didn’t answer him. I ran across the room. Grabbed my brother. Shook him
hard. “Come on. Hurry,” I ordered.
“Huh?” Alex squinted up at me sleepily.
I didn’t say another word. I tossed him his shorts and his sneakers.
I heard the other guys stirring. Joey sat up in his bed. “Harry—where were you?” he asked.
“Lights Out was ten minutes ago,” Sam said. “You’re going to get us all in
trouble.”
I ignored them. “Alex—hurry!” I whispered.
As soon as he had his sneakers tied, I grabbed his arm and tugged him to the
door. “Harry—what’s wrong?” he asked.
“Where are you two going?” I heard Joey call.
I pulled Alex outside. The screen door slammed behind us.
“Run!” I cried. “I’ll explain later. We have to get out of here—now!”
“But, Harry—”
I pulled Alex over the grass. The fog had parted enough to let a trail of moonlight slip through. We followed the trail to the
woods.
Our sneakers slipped and slid over the wet grass. The only other sound was
the chirp of crickets and the rush of wind rattling the pine trees.
After a minute or two, Alex wanted to stop to catch his breath.
“No,” I insisted. “Keep moving. They’ll follow us. They’ll find us.”
“Where are we going?” Alex demanded.
“Deep into the woods,” I told him. “As far away from that camp as we can.”
“But I can’t keep running, Harry,” Alex cried. “My side hurts and—”
“They’re all ghosts!” I blurted out. “Alex—I know you won’t believe me—but you’ve got to try. The kids. The counselors. Uncle Marv. They’re all
ghosts!”
Alex’s expression grew solemn. “I know,” he replied in a tiny voice.
“Huh? How do you know?” I demanded.
We squeezed between two tangled tree trunks. Over the chirp of crickets, I
could hear the lake washing over the shore just beyond some tall shrubs.
We’re still too close to the camp, I told myself.
I pulled my brother in the other direction. Away from the lake. Pushing aside
tall weeds and shrubs, we made our own path, deeper into the woods.
“Alex—how do you know?” I repeated.
“Elvis told me,” he replied, wiping sweat off his forehead with his arm.
We ducked under a tall thorn bush. Thorns scraped the top of my head. I
ignored the pain and kept moving.
“Elvis said the ghost story about the fog was true,” Alex continued. “I
thought he was just trying to scare me. But then he—he—” Alex’s voice
trailed off.
We ran into a small clearing. Moonlight made the grass glow like silver. My
eyes flashed in one direction, then the other. I couldn’t decide which way to
run.
I swatted a mosquito off my arm. “What did Elvis do?” I asked Alex.
Alex raked back his dark hair. “He tried to take over my mind,” he told me in
a trembling voice. “He floated into the fog. And then I started to feel really
cold.”
Twigs snapped. Dry leaves crackled.
Footsteps?
I shoved Alex back into the trees. Out of the clearing.
We pressed against a wide tree trunk and listened.
Silence now.
“Maybe it was a squirrel, or a chipmunk, or something,” Alex whispered.
“Maybe,” I replied, listening hard.
Moonlight trickled through the treetops. It made shadows dance over the
smooth clearing.
“We have to keep going,” I said. “We’re still too close to the camp. If the
ghosts follow us…”
I didn’t finish my thought. I didn’t want to think about what would
happen if the ghosts followed us. If they caught us…
“Which way is the highway?” Alex asked, his eyes searching the trees. “It
isn’t too far from the camp—right? If we can get to the highway, someone will
give us a ride.”
“Good idea,” I said. Why hadn’t I thought of that?
Now here we were, in the
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