(Originally authored by Kuddles)
So far, their weekend camping trip had been a bust. Mrs. Harper decided to try a detour on a small road through a desolate stretch of road to get them to the campground quicker. That was hours earlier. Now hopelessly lost at night in a blustery lightening storm, they follow the dark, twisting road to what appears to be an abandoned mansion in the middle of nowhere.
The troop of seven girls and one adult consists of:
Adult: Mrs. Janice Harper (28) Tall, athletic, gorgeous.
Senior scout: Sara (16) Bright, beautiful, capable.
The Six Cadets (ages 11-14):
Mandy (14) Clumsy but cute.
Trisha (13) Foxy little hottie.
Jasmine (12) Slender. waifish beauty.
Ginger (12) cute, curvy red-haired country girl.
April (11) Spoiled, rich little "princess"-type.
Nina (11) Tiny, wide-eyed urchin.
(I purposefully didn't flesh them out much to allow other writers to jump in with their own ideas of the girlscout troop)
KRA-POW!
"EEEK!", screams a chorus of shivering young girlscouts huddled together under the awning in their scout uniforms and rain ponchos.
"Wow! T-That one was close!", is all their pack-leader, Mrs. Harper can manage in response to the lightening strike that seems to hit the tall spire atop the place and disappear within.
"Oh, God! That was in my nightmare, too!", shrieks Jasmine, throwing her hands up in despair that they won't seem to listen to her fears of the place.
Nervous little Nina, already terrified by the storm and the old dark house in the woods and of Jasmine's stories that she had a dream of all this and that it's an evil place, actually wets her panties at the sudden strike.
None of the other girls notice though, as they are all scared out of their wits by the windy, chilly, unexpected lightening storm upon them.
"Jasmine, I don't want to hear another word about this dream you had last night. Got it?", and Mrs. Harper fixes her with a stern glare for a second before continuing, "Okay, here's the plan girls: You all stay here on the porch, while I go inside and look around. Are we clear? Don't leave the porch until I come back. As senior Scout Sara is in charge while I'm gone".
Jasmine starts sobbing uncontrollably, "Don't go in there...pleee-".
"Jasmine, I MEAN it! Zip it!" - and flashlight in hand, their only adult guardian, Janice Harper, quietly creeps inside the dark, boarded-up old manor, saying, "Don't worry girls! I'll only be gone for a minute or two".
Only it wasn't a minute or two. It was ten minutes. Then twenty. Then thirty!
"Let's just go back to where we wrecked the RV and wait there!", pleads Jasmine over the quickening storm winds, "Please, Sara!".
"NO, Jasmine!", Sara sternly rebukes her, "We took it to a vote, and the whole pack wants to go inside and look for Mrs. Harper! I'm not even sure we could find our way back there in this storm. Not with the compass and even our cell phones all acting up for some reason. Now let's go in and find her and then we can decide whether we should stay the night or leave.".
And inside to their peril go the girls of Honeysuckle Pack, to search for Mrs. Harper:
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