It was the summer of 1992. I remember camping out with my friends, Felicity, Nikki and Courtney. We told stories and made s'mores. It was all fun and happy, until Breanna came... Breanna always made things scary and frighting and just plain miserable. She also told scary stories and pretended to be possessed even! Then came truth and dare, Of course. She never attends a camp-out without the ultimate truth and dare. Of course I went first. "Truth or dare Malorie", Breanna asked. " Dare ", I said. If I didn't pick dare we would have to answer something real deep juicy. I got way to much juicy stuff to let spill over some dumb game. "Ok, go jump in the lake!", Breanna said. " Are you freaking kidding me!? Its freezing at night!", I said. " Do it now Malorie!", Breanna said. "Fine, but I will get you back.", I said. So I jumped in the freezing lake, walked out like a champion! It was then Nikki's turn. "Truth or dare", said Breanna. " Truth ", Nikki said. "Ok.. Is it true your mom went to jail while she was pregnant with you? "Why would you have to bring this up!?!", Nikki said. I felt bad for Nikki, because it is true and we all knew about it already even Breanna. She just likes to watch what she can do to people. She so flipping crazy! Then came Felicity, I think she knew to pick dare, after what just happened to Nikki. "Truth or Dare?", Bre asked. "Dare", Felicity said. " Go walk in the dark woods and sit in the dark for 5 minutes.", Bre said. Felicity responded quickly, You know I am afraid of the dark! Why this? Do something else!" Felicity, suggested. "No.", Bre said. So Felicity got up and walked in the dark forest. I was really nervous about this dare, I knew it wouldn't end well... She was gone for about 3 minutes, then we heard a scream. Nikki , Courtney and I all jumped up to run to find Felicity, everyone but Breanna. Breanna just sat there smiling, looking out in the dark woods. I didn't know what the heck was funny about this, but it was to Bre. I swear she is crazy! Ok, so we go looking for her, and we find nothing. But when we turned around, Bre was singing a little poem, "Tumbling ringlets, pale strung gold
Will draw you to her sweet, sharp cold.Glassy eyed, she’ll grab your lungs, And steal your breath, And tie your tongue. Then we saw a doll dangling from the tree above. Weird thing is, It looked just like Felicity.
