The
Deadly Summer Camp
By
Craig Wilson
When
the smoke clears, I realise I'm no longer in my house.
I take
a look around and notice I'm at a summer camp.
But I
do not recall ever attending a strange summer camp.
Suddenly,
I am approached by some rather twisted nuns.
My
heart races in my chest. I can’t find a way out of this.
According
to the creepy nuns, I am a new camp councillor.
I try
contradicting them; yet I am in the camp uniform.
As a
result, the nuns drag me to the councillor's hut.
My
alarm goes off, and my strange dream abruptly ends.
The
End
The above story is a loose
adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel
free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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