Heavy rain fell on the scaffolding making a loud crashing noise, the odour around the camp was putrid, moss ran down the sheets and the roaring sound of monsters ricocheted off the walls.
As the night went on the temperature dropped and the wind started to blow things against our tent. A lamp blew on the ground hitting my tent with a bright gaze of light. I huddled tight to my pillow and the sound of the monsters stopped. Silence fell and the wind stopped, crickets started to sound and footsteps grew closer. A shadow was casted on the tent, the large figure crept around. Suddenly, a large shriek followed by the rustling of other tents began to sound. Screams of the other campers stopped and the footsteps grew closer and closer. The zipper of my tent rose slowly, a large hand appeared and a huge scream resonated. Thankfully the monster left to examine the scream and I got a chance to run. I ran through the corn field and the sound of footsteps sped up. Rain beat down on my face and the puddles were knee deep, the monsters grew ever so nearer.
A large bright light shone in my direction. I turned and saw a large scaley figure right behind me, I ran to the light to find that a family of rednecks had been hunting these vicious creatures for fun.
I ran behind them and the sound of crashing bullets uproared, one by one the mosters fell and I finally got my breath. The rednecks turned their guns on me and I felt cold. My stomach gushed with blood and I fell to the ground...