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frights for those ages eight and up, and while our stories are for younger
years, we are still talking about things that go bump in the night,
and some children may not be able to handle what others can. Parental consent
is recommended now. Forts of Knights micro Terror Camp August Peak by Gloria Row
Age ten concept by Gloria Row and Rowan high Barger. Natalie's parents decided to
take a family trip to the Northwest to visit their lake house. The lakehouse
wasn't pretty or made for beauty. It was a big, cozy cabin,
great for a weekend. Natalie's family one afternoon decided to take a hike to
a big silver waterfall near the top of Mount August. It was summer and
Natalie was sweating the whole hike and was dying to swim in the spring at
the waterfall or the big lake. On the way up, her dad,
Henry, got a notification on his phone about a mile up the weather app
dinged about an incoming storm, so they decided they would go to the waterfall,
take some photos, and head back down as quickly as possible. So
Natalie and her parents hiked home and were offered some water from a passing hiker.
On the way down the mountain, Natalie saw the name Dubinski embroidered on
his backpack. Once they returned home, Natalie was still scorching hot. She
begged her parents to take a quick swim, but they told her no because
the storm was too dangerous. That night, Natalie sneaked outside through an old,
creaky glass window in her room. She left a sticky note on her
pillow that said, don't worry, be right back. She snuck over to
the lake and told herself she would only stay four or five minutes. As
she was just about to make her way out of the lake and head home,
she found herself being sucked in by a mysterious current. She was wearing
her nightgown, which made it nearly impossible well to swim against the pole.
She found a large rock in the middle of the lake and tried to grab
it, but it was too slick. The next day, her parents found
her face down in the lake. The official report from the coroner says that
she drowned, but not everyone believes this. Some people think she was struck
by lightning, and some think something even more mysterious occurred that night. Ten
years later, the whole area was turned into Camp August Peak, a sleep
away summer camp with lake activities, zip lines and more. But on the
edge of the forest stood Cabin seventeen, once Natalie's family's lake house, now
the very last cabin picked every summer. This cabin was filled with rumors,
but the only one that they tell during campfire time is this one. In
Cabin seventeen, the ghost of Natalie Chrome is said to come back looking for
her belongings left behind before the camp was built. Natalie loved to crochet dolls
and had a cute chest full of her favorite colored yarns. She had left
it behind the day she drowned, and is said to come back looking for
it. Every year, the older campers get carried away with the ghost stories,
and the scariest one they tell is about one of the ways people believe
she died. There was said to be a camp director that had originally wanted
the Chrome's land even before Natalie's death, and some even go so far as
to say that he murdered Natalie to drive the Chromes away and take their land.
His name was Sam Dubinski, the first director of the camp, and
now he had an eighteen year old son, Peter, who was a camp
counselor this year for Cabin seventeen, Sophia had arrived late and was one of
the last people to sign up, so like the other late arrivals, she
was placed in Cabin seventeen. Her parents had recently moved her to a new
home in Washington and were still unpacking all the boxes, so they had taken
her to the closest camp. Sofia had been to many camps before and she
knew the deal. Make friends, do all the activities, and eat junk
food. So that's what she did. Sofia ate until she was full,
made three new friends, and she had done almost all the activities except the
zip line because she was still too scared. On Sophia's third night, she
had almost fallen asleep when she felt a quick surge of hunger. She pulled
the covers off and slipped on her bunny slippers. She walked over to the
counter and snatched up a bagel to eat. She thought about spreading on some
cream cheese with a strange object caught her eye. Over the back shelf the
room, tucked into a book bucket was a big, thick chapter book.
It had a shiny silver spine and a dark red cover. She grabbed her
half eaten bagel and tiptoed over the sleeping kids, trying not to wake them.
She grasped the book and felt the hard cover as she pulled it out.
She waited a second, feeling as if something strange should happen, but
she popped the last bite of bagel in her mouth and walked over to her
bunk to read it. She sat down and opened the cover. It was
very heavy and the cover was very thick. She opened it and laughed at
the content inside. It was just a children's book with stories like Little Red
Riding Hood and the Three Little Pigs. She giggled once more and dropped the
book on the floor. As she dropped the book, a black and white
strip toppled out of the book. It looked like it had come from an
older camera and had four photos on it. There were three people pictured,
and one was a young girl about eight or nine and had long hair down
past her shoulders. There was a mom and a dad hugging her in the
second photo, and in the third and fourth was her in a big,
puffy nightgown. She then remembered the scary story that a fellow camper, Phineas,
had told that afternoon about Natalie, the young girl who had died in
the lake mysteriously. She remembered his creepy laugh when he told it, but
then she shook it off. She looked at the background of all the photos
and it looked just like the window behind her bunk. She squeezed over her
bunk and looked at the picture and back up to the window. They looked
the same, except that it was a bit rusted. Now. She lowered
the blinds and the room grew darker. She raised them back up and looked
back at the photo. Nothing. She glanced back over at the book and
shook it hard, as if planned. Another strip slid out. This time
it looked brand new, like it had been made seconds before, and unlike
the other, this one was in color. Everything was colored the kids laying
around her the book, But what really caught her eye was that a young
girl was pointing at a vent above her bed. She looked closely at the
girl. She looked pale, almost see through. The last photo scared her
most of all. She saw herself lowering the blinds like she had done moments
before. She shook for a minute before putting down the two strips still clutched
in her hands. She walked over to the vent and grabbed both corners.
Sophia pulled and pulled, but it didn't budge. It just shimmered and scraped
against the cabin wood, making a wretched sound. She cringed and searched for
anything that might help. She peered down at the picture, and in the
fourth column it showed the girl pulling off a piece of yarn behind the curtain.
That's what's holding it up, she thought. She reached under the blue
raggy curtain and slipped a knot loose. Of course, the vent didn't just
fall off, but it loosened enough that she could pull it off. Inside
the vent was a small wooden chest filled with the softest yarn she had ever
felt. She lifted the soft yarn between two fingers and placed it down,
admiring them. The third yarn was thick and tough. It was the consistency
of a rope and was as thick as her wrist. She wrapped it in
a loose bow and placed it down. After a while, she had settled
down in her bed when a loud bang echoed throughout the room. Two kids
woke up, Autumn and Stephanie, her two newest friends. Steph wobbled around
looking for Sophia and grabbed her wrist before settling down next to her. What's
that noise, It's the wind. Go back to bed, Sophia said,
uh okay. Autumn had already fallen back asleep, and so did Steph.
Sophia grabbed a lantern from under the bunk and lit it just enough to see
a little under the window. The chest was spilled open, with all the
yarns scattered around randomly. She looked for the thick bow she had made,
but she didn't spot it. She sat up in her bunk and got out
of bed. The knot she had made and the excess was being dragged around
the room, but no one was there. When the yarn reached the Councilor's
bunk Peter Dubinski's bunk. Sophia got up and sprinted over to his side,
but the knot had been untied and remade around his neck. He tried to
scream, but the rope got tighter and tighter. Sofia tried her best to
unravel the thick yarn, but Natalie's ghost was too strong. Peter's chest stopped
moving, and Sophia ran and hid under the covers. She hoped this was
a dream, but she never woke up from one. No one knows what
happened to Sophia that night. After Peter Duvinski had been taken to the hospital.
She refused to talk to anyone, so no one knows the rest of
the story except for Natalie Crumb herself. This has been a special listener Terrors
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