The fire crackled thunderously. The stars, though twinkling brighter than the moon, gave no light. The sliver of a moon tried hiding itself behind trees' leaves.
The three girls sat around the camp fire, eating their packed dinner. No one said anything; no one was bothered by it. But, intensely, they would stare at each other.
Michelle, though the oldest, shivered in what she tricked her mind to believe was the cold. In truth, she was scared. And she knew it.
Savanna, the youngest, sat almost perfectly still. The darkness almost swallowed her motionless body at times. But unlike Michelle, scared she was not.
Trixie, Savanna's older sister and the middle of the three teens, stayed alert. Her gaze never dropped from looking beyond the other two girls and into the forest. Loving she was to her sister and best friend.
The high screeches of the crickets' chirps echoed within the girls' campsite. The chomping of food was a bare murmur to their ears. The popping fire became a background sound as the last hotdog moved from its licking tips.
"How about someone tells a story," Savanna suggested randomly.
"I know a great one." Trixie's voice was rough. "It's all just a local myth they say. A couple of miles down from where we are, four campers came to hang out here a few years back. As the four were about to sleep – drunk, I may add – they started screaming about some random woodsman. Supposedly, about half a century or so ago, a woodsman was killed in this forest whilst cutting down a few trees. Well, some say that the woodsman's soul still haunts this place.
"And anyway, the drunks were being stupid and obnoxious, making fun of the woodsman and his lost soul. The next morning, only one of the camper's bodies was found. It was scratched up, bloody, everywhere. And obviously dead. The other three were never found."
A far away owl began to hoot as the story ended. Michelle was practically trembling nonstop. Savanna was twitching her eyes to look out for the woodsman.
Trixie laid down in her sleeping bag. She silently laughed as Michelle was beyond careful to help herself into her sleeping bag. Savanna snug herself in and quickly rested her head inside the thick sleeping bag. Her eyes were squeezed shut.
The soft snores of Trixie and Savanna scared Michelle as she laid awake. The sleeping bag was almost pulled to her nose. Every slight movement of the night reminded the sixteen-year-old of the woodsman's lost soul walking around the campsite.
Whimpering softly, she pulled the bag all the way over her head. As if the trapped soul would not check the sleeping bag for a terrorized person.
As the sun began to rise, Michelle slowly pulled herself out of her huge bag. Savanna was sleeping soundlessly to her right and Trixie on her left. Neither were taken through the night.
The last glowing embers of the fire were dying. The first birds were beginning to chirp, and the small critters ran out to gather their breakfast.
Impatient for the other's wake, Michelle started counting leaves on trees.
Over 5,000 leaves later, Savanna began to stir. The loud crunching of dead leaves beneath her sleeping bag broke through her dream to wake her.
Her eyes, so blue as the early morning sky, opened and quickly snapped shut again. Michelle noticed and scooted her sleeping bag to be touching Savanna's.
"Savanna?" Michelle whispered in the blonde's ear. "Savanna? Are you awake?"
Reluctantly, Savanna groaned in response.
"Good. Savanna, I haven't slept all night. Please talk to me." Michelle started nudging Savanna lightly on the back.
"Try to sleep," she mumbled. Without turning over, savanna shook off Michelle's hand. Within seconds, Savanna was back asleep.
Michelle laid back on the ground. She closed her eyes for a second before reopening them. Even with her eyes open, Michelle could still watch, terrified, as an imaginative woodsman chased her around her mind.
An hour passed before either Savanna or Trixie woke. Michelle was counting the number of squirrels she saw to try and pass the time.
Trixie was the first to wake. A deep breath echoed gently through the trees. The rustling sound of her itchy sleeping bag brought Trixie more awake and Michelle more relaxed.
"Oh, thank gosh you're awake, Trixie!" Michelle whispered.
"Are you alright, Michelle?" The trembles of Michelle's body were very noticeable.
Confused, Michelle raised on of her eyebrows.
"Yeah, kind of. I mean, I didn't sleep last night, but I wasn't taken by the woodsman," she explained. Trixie stared at her in shock.
"Michelle, you're an idiot." Trixie yawned and sat up. "It's all just an urban myth. It's not true."
Tiredly, Michelle swore under her breath and closed her eyes.
And she finally slept.
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