“Have fun on your trip baby”, mom said joyfully as I put my bags into the back of my dad’s truck. It was our annual father son camping trip we have every year, and this year was going to be the best yet. I was so excited about it I packed a week ahead! There was something about spending time with my dad that just always made me excited. As a child when I had a problem I usually went to my dad. Not that I didn’t love my mom, but dad was like a hero to me. So as I hopped into the truck my mom made sure to give me the biggest hug. I was happy about going on the trip, but it’s always a tough time leaving my mom by herself. She was getting old, and couldn’t do the things she use to do. She would always try to make me feel better by telling me she was going to be alright, but that never really helped. As we drove off she gave me a big smile hoping to make me feel better. From our house to where we camped wasn’t that far maybe just about a hour trip. So to make time go by fast I took about a thirty minute nap, and the last half of the ride dad try to give me as many pointers as he could on how to be safe. As we drove near the campgrounds something felt wrong, and unusual. It was something I never felt before. It was like an aching pain in my stomach. I told dad, and he told me I was just excited, but I couldn’t believe that. There was a faint sound that whispered in my ear “Go back this isn’t safe!” It was so frightening! I tried to get my mind off of everything, but the voice wouldn’t go away. As we parked and got our bags out I found something on the ground. At first I couldn’t tell what it was so I asked my dad. He wiped of the mud on it, and said “Well this is a wallet and its full of cash, but no ID.” Who would leave a wallet full of cash at a campground I thought. My dad wasn’t a thief so he wasn’t going to take the money. He just told me we would take it to the police when we get back from our trip. Night was coming close, and things were really getting weird there was the voices, the wallet, and the strange pain in m stomach. My dad started a fire and we sat by it to cool off. We roasted some hot dogs for supper, and went swimming in the lake near by. The moon was shinning bright, and we were about to go to bed when we heard somebody scream. My dad ran as fast as he could to where the noise came from, and all he found was a note lying in the ground. It was to dark to read the note where we were so we went backed to the campgrounds, and when we got back we saw a terrifying sight. Everything was missing! The tent, the wallet, and the truck. The campfire had been put out. So all we had was some spare food, and a flashlight. My dad got the flashlight out, and opened the note. The note said “Leave now!” That’s when I started to get really scared. How could’ve a camping trip turn into a nightmare. My dad tried to calm me down by telling me don’t worry everything is going to be alright. “No nothing’s going to be alright everything is ruined!”, I screamed back at my dad. My dad pulled a blanket out of his backpack, and walked to a tree and put the blanket down. “This is where we will be sleeping tonight.”, my dad said to me, but I had no need to talk to him anymore I was already to upset. As I laid there I tried to forget all that had happened. This was suppose to be a fun camping trip not a nightmare. It seemed as if I was just about to close my eyes when I started to smell smoke. I got up and began to look around. At first I couldn’t see anything, but soon it was as clear as day to me. It was a fire! I stared for a second at the burnt red blazes as they filled my body with fear. I woke my dad up, and we began to run. Jumping over branches, tree stumps, and rocks just trying to make some distance between us and the fire. “Stop!”, a voice exclaimed. I looked behind me, and saw a man dressed completely in black. He was holding my dad. He pulled out a small gun, and just laughed. I heard three gun shots then everything went black.

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