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Post by Chris Antonelli on Aug 23, 2007 21:58:21 GMT -5
Chris made his way around the depressed red cabins. They'd been deserted for more than 10 years, although the horse back riders usually walked along these trails. Chris rubbed his eyes in bordem. He'd been walking for what seemed like hours, although it'd only been 20 minutes. The anticipation for what he was going to hear was rising with each step. Finally, he reached Cabin 13, the eeriest place on the camp grounds. He never believed the stories, but the place still ran chills down his neck. Ah well, it was 3:58..two minutes.
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Post by MORGAN roberts™ on Aug 23, 2007 22:20:56 GMT -5
Morgan pulled on her white hollister hoodie as she stood in front of the mirror on her wall. She wasn't thrilled about going to the old side of camp. She hadn't ever really been a fan of ghost stories, they always kind of freaked her out even though she hated to admit it. With a sigh she grabbed her cell phone and headed out the door to go meet up with Chris.
Morgan walked with her arms over her chest, biting the inside of her lip as she got closer to the old side of camp. She tried not to venture over here but it was where Chris had wanted to meet. She got closer to cabin thirteen and saw Chris waiting which comforted her slightly. "Hey," she greeted, smiling as she tried not to let the bit of fear show.
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Post by Chris Antonelli on Aug 23, 2007 22:29:59 GMT -5
"Hey! Long time no see!" Chris was almost too excited to see his old friend, he forgot why they were here. "How've you been? I know you missed me." Chris laughed and wrapped his arms around Morgan, rocking back and fourth. When he left go, he smirked, glad to see another friend. Sure, the Noelle thing turned out a lot differently than he expected. She had just been with her boyfriend for god knows how long. Now, Morgan. "What happened with you and Ryan?" He finally asked, not aware that Morgan was freaked out of the place.
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