stories around the campfire... PLEASE LOOK!!!

a little girl her face was white as paper hair black as night she opened her eyes and said hello how are you her eyes were red nikki couldnt move. Are you lost i can help you nikki hesitated and just nodded the girl smiled innocently and took nikkis hand and led her up some stairs .....
 
when Nikki had reached the 13 step, it shifted under her weight and opened a hole in the wall. the girl, who had before looked innocent and now looked evil, pushed her in and ran up the stairs. the hole closed behind nikki. it was very, very dark. she felt infront of her until she felt the wall, and then she slowly inched her way around the room. when she was halfway around the room, she remembered her flashlight in her pocket and pulled it out. when she turned it on, she couldn't believe her eyes! it was...
 
a sharp knife. nikki turned to her grandmother for help, but it was no longer her grandmother who stood behind her, but a terrifying creature. she could not see what it was exactly, the only light she had was her flashlight. in desperation she swerved around the girl and ran for the hole in the floor the girl had dug. she leapt into the unknown, only to find herself..
 
...in an ancient cemetery, surrounded by crumbling headstones. The fog which had settled there was thick as pea soup and Nikki noticed to her revulsion the distinct odor of death there.
a low-down shadow ran by her, something furry brushing her leg. she held her breath until she heard the familiar meow of Twilight. "twilight!" she yelled, running after him.
 
she followed the sound of the little cats foot steps for what seemed like ages, finally the "pitta patta" of the cats paws on the soft ground stopped. She stood there waiting, Listening. Then all of a sudden there was a break in the eery silence as a sharp piercing screech ripped through the air like a cracking whip. It was Twilight. She ran to where the scream came from and found the poor bedraggled flea ridden cat impaled on a long pole in the middle of a vast field, blood dripping from her whiskers and four large knife like stab wounds to the chest, the cats tail had been ripped of and was in a pile on the ground. The wind blew past her tear stained face bringing the fowl stench rotting flesh. Then Nikki realized something...
 
She began running after Twilight but the fog was so thick she had difficulty seeing where she was going. All of a sudden her foot sank up to the ankle in the soft earth of a fresh grave. Or was it one that had recently been dug up? Or worse yet, pushed up from underneath??
 

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