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Halloween: Tales From The BOG.

GH2 1: Children Of The BOG (Part 3).

Two Weeks Later...

Two weeks later, after my arrival, the other kids and i, Tommy Brown, ran through the dark swampy forest, heading for the bog to meet up with the Sanderson sisters for another story, with black monsterous wolves chasing after us. Dylan was holding a lit torch as we ran through the area. I was dirty, hungry, tired, and my skin was pale like all the other kids due to the lack of food and water. But never-the-less, i ran as fast a i could, determined to escape the wolves.

Why was this happening? What had i done to deserve this? Was this cosmic punishment for being scared of everything?

Above it all, the furious speaker-the mad-man-still raged. "RUN! PATHETIC INSECTS! THE DARKNESS IS ETERNAL! THE DARKNESS IS UN-ENDING! EVEN IF YOU SURVIVE THIS NIGHT, YOU WILL BE GROUND INTO DUST! YOUR MUSCLES WILL TIRE, YOUR FOCUS WILL WAVER! YOU WILL MAKE A MISTAKE! AND THEN YOU WILL BE THERES'!"

Where was he?

He was behind us, then ahead of us, then off to the side. Always his voice rang out with rightious judgmental fury. Attacking our spirits as the creatures chased our bodies. I thought i'd reached my level of misary that first night, but...this was worse. This would be my life from now on. Run, hide, scramble around in the dark until i was finally exhausted in every way possible and caught.

As i ran to keep up with the other kids, i made the mistake. I made the mistake the mad-man had taunted us about: I tripped and fell to the ground.

The others stopped and looked back to face me and Charlotte screamed.

I tried to process why she was screaming, but it was too late. Something slithering near lept forward and attached itself around my legs.

I didn't understand what i was feeling, but i knew it was bad. I kicked, but i could hardly move my legs for all the pressure on them.

Dylan and the others ran toward me and he shined the torch on my legs, but i shouldn't have looked.

I was waist-deep in the mouth of a giant, toothless leech.

Charlotte, Cameron and Aiden screamed in terror as Keegan picked up a near-by stick and ran up to me and began beating the leech with it.

I felt every impact through it's thin muscles.

"Hit harder!" I screamed.

Dylan handed Cameron the torch, picked up a near-by walking-stick, and stuck it between my waist and the leech's gripping, toothless mouth. It finally gave and Keegan dropped his stick and dragged me out.

Dylan dropped the stick and took the torch back from Cameron.

The second gigantic leech appeared out of the darkness and placed it's mouth on top of Dylan's head and began slowly swallowing it.

Dylan screamed and struggled and hit at it, but his angles were all wrong, and the leech soon swallowed his whole head, muffling his screams. He then dropped his torch to the ground next to me.

And i should've picked it up and burned the creature off of Dylan. I knew that was what i needed to do, but...i didn't do it. I was paralized by fear. I just scrambled backwards badly and coherently shreeking.

Cameron then picked up the torch and used it to burn the leech, making it, release Dylan's head, freeing him just before he suffocated. Cameron then handed Dylan the torch, I got to my feet, and we all resumed running through the swampy forest.
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We later arrived at the top of the hill and looked down at the bottom where the black, rotting bog pool was the Sanderson sisters were waiting, and the mad-man had stopped ranting. We walked down the hill and stopped when we reached the bottom.

"Okay, we're here." I said.

"Children Of The Bog. Just in time for our story. Have a seat." Said Wini.

We all sat down on the ground around the black bog pool along with the Sanderson sisters.

"Alright, Cameron...let's hear your story." Said Sarah.

"Okay." Said Cameron before rising to his feet and walking across the slope and onto the rotting tree-stump where he sat indian style. "My story's got to do with me and my dog, Mickey...and an adventure that is so farfetched...you would've had to have been there to believe it." He said. "Submitted by the approval of The Children Of The Bog...i call this story..." His eyes then rolled back into his head, making them milky white. "Camp Creepywaka."
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