"And the girl, was never seen again." Dan whispered, the torch in his hands casting gloomy shadows across his face. There was silence in the room.

"F*ck off dan, that wasn't scary at all." Remarked john, leaning back in his sleeping bag.

"Yeah, totally." I said shakily. 'Why had i decided to do this?' I thought to myself. 'I don't even like camping.' Us three boys were in a cramped a small orange tent, placed precariously at the edge of witch woods. It obviously hadn't been named that at the start, but all the rumours about it were becoming suspiciously true. Including the disapearences. And the deaths.

"So, James, are you ready?" Dan asked me with mock sincereness. A thousand butterflies jumped about in my stomach, which must have been hard as it was tied in knots.

"As i'll ever be." I answer, trying to keep the fear out of my voice. I squirm out of my sleeping bag, grab my torch, and crawl outside.