The story takes place at around 10:30 p.m. The victims names have been blanked out to protect their identities. . .
The boy ran, ran as fast as his feet could carry him. He and his friends had just got done trick-or-treating at the fairgrounds for their yearly Halloween 4-H campout. The oldest boy thought to himself. “I wonder how our Halloween scene is doing?”
The campers were all scheduled to make a are in their camp site for their Halloween trick-or-treat area. The boy and his friends were not aloud to go into the area until they were done trick-or-treating. Finally, the time had come.
As the boy ran he saw a what looked like a black rectangle. But, when he got closer is focused in that it was a huge black tent. Connected to smaller tents that where black. As the continued to run he saw there was white tent connected to one of the black tents. The boy, out of breath, stopped and waited for his friends to catch up. As they did, they too saw the mysterious white tent. When the boys left around 8:30, all they saw was a couple black sheets being thrown over some poles. But this is nothing compared to what they saw.
“Come on! Let’s go in!” One of the boys shouted. “You sure about that?” another boy said. The eldest boy looked over and stared. He didn’t know who had said because of the darkness swallowing him whole, but he could have sworn it was his brothers friend.
“Yeh, it looks cool. What are ya? Chicken!” Now the boy KNEW that was his friend. The youngest boy replied in a fierce tone. “I am NOT chicken!”. “Look, are we going to go in or not?” The boy stared at his friend and answered. “Yes we are. So let’s go already!”
As the boys ran towards the tent, they heard some strange music playing off in the distance. “What is that?” the oldest boy thought. As they got closer, they realized that there was a huge line to enter the tent. “Oh, Man! This is gonna take, forever!” The boy’s friend admitted. As the boys reached the back of the line they saw that someone from their group was missing. “Where’s *****?”. The boys looked around to find that ***** was missing. The eldest boy ran around the tent to try and fiend his friend. As he returned to the front he told his friends that he couldn’t find him. Soon after a voice appears out of the distance. . .
“HEY GUYS!” It was *****. The boy who was missing. “Let’s just. . .come here!” The boys run towards the missing boy and attend to him. “Let’s just go through the back.” The boys agree and tiptoe through the entrance. As the turn left a muffled scream sounds from inside a wooden coffin. the boys scream which alarms the two old women that are dressed up as witches in the left corner. “Get out! You can’t enter through here!” The boys are alarmed and run threw the curtain on the right.
“Woah!” one of the boys shouted. They had entered the white tent. “Its the white tent.” another boy said. Slowly they walked. Without realizing it they bumped into a horrifying masked figure. “Blahh! Woo wawawa!” the man screams. “Ahhhhh!” all the boys scream and run. As they try to escape the tent. A “BOO!” sounds from a wax figure. All the boys scream and the littlest boy falls down in horror.
The boys all run and enter the second to last black tent. As the three remaining kids attempt to escape the tent, a horrifying clown mask appears out of nowhere and scares the eldest boy. He falls and the other two other boys run as they enter the last tent. Suddenly, a hand reaches out and grabs the eldest boy’s friend.
The last remaining boy runs and finally exits the tent. Facing the people in front of him that have been waiting in line yo enter the tent. They just stare at him then he turns around to see a pumpkin head monster growling at him. the boy screams and then is pulled back into the tent. “Muwahahahahahaha!” a voice sounds before the voice speaks. “This is a warning to you all. NEVER enter through the exit. And ALWAYS wait in line. Or this will happento you. Muwahahahahahahahaha!”