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The Story Continues... Day 4

30 Day Blogging Challenge - Day 4

Prompt: We are telling a Camp Fire Story. Each one of us bloggers adds on to the story. It is my turn.

"Campfire story-originally made in 30DBC" 

Princess Megan Snow Rose writes:
~Minja~ "s doll Lily wasn't alone. My flashlight saw two dolls. Lily and the other doll was one of mine Angelique. Long red hair, beautiful white dress and blue ribbon in her hair and those pink shoes. She sits in my wicker rocking chair at home. Why is she here at the camp site? Lily laughs and Angelique looks at me in her angelic way. It is thundering and lightning. Lily has a gun and shoots it at me but Angelique knocks the gun out of her hand.

There is a howling and I see a big grey wolf with big gold eyes. Angelique climbs on the wolf's back and they chase Lily away. I am shaken up by the gun thing and I am now alone in the woods. I hear a thump, drag and I don't like this any better then seeing the two dolls. I point the flashlight and I see a man with a beard, few teeth and red eyes. He has fangs! This man looks like he is a hundred! He is all withered with spots on his face. He has bald and is wearing clothes from the civil war. He looks at me and laughs.

"Hey! Little girl. Want to do lunch?" He opens his mouth and comes closer to me with his fangs. Yikes! This isn't Barnabas or Edward. I start to run away and Big Foot grabs me! It isn't Fivesixer this time. This is Big Foot! Big Foot picks up a tree and throws it at the ugly vampire thing. Big Foot has a hold of me at the same time. I fall as Big Foot throws the tree and I hit the ground. All goes black for me.

My turn....
When I come to I am being dragged along a tiny mountain pass. The ground rips at my skin and I am already feeling raw, but more than the pain is the terrorizing fear that I am being dragged by Big Foot! His hairy hand has banded my feet together in a clasp so tight I cannot feel my feet. I swallow a scream as my eyes bleed with tears.
I am alone. Not sure how far I am from camp. I have no buddy. My mind screams at me that even in night watch we should have had a buddy, but that is too late to worry about now. I try to struggle and twist so that my body is not so exposed to the razor sharp path. My struggles alert my captor and he grunts out some kind of chuckle as he picks me up and swings me over his shoulder.
The stretch of him overwhelms my senses and I feel the blackness close in once again.

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