My Book of Ideas
A/N: These are stories I want to write, but just can't get to at the moment. They are merely ideas; crazy ones at that. Most of them will be AU, because I love writing AU's. --
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Idea 1. The Camping Trip
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Summary: Nate, Serena, Blair, and Chuck take a camping trip during Easter break. But everything is not what it seems. And someone, or something, is haunting them.
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Chapter One
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"A camping trip?" Blair said incredulously into her phone, popping her bubble gum loudly.
"Yes Blair, a camping trip is just what we need." Serena said jovially.
"No way in hell, Serena." Blair said loudly, plopping down into her head.
"It would be fun!" Serena said into her phone, trying to hear Blair over the noise of the bar she was in.
"Yes Serena, because fun includes hanging out with Mother Chucker, Nate-The-Great, and you for a week. Not to mention we will be hanging out in a tent." Blair said, the word tent ringing shrilly in Serena's ears.
" Can you just give it a chance?" Serena said loudly, moving outside the bar so she could actually pretend to hear the nonsense Blair was rambling about.
"No, no, no! I am not spending time in a tent with you three! Do you know how much sexual tension there would be in that tiny little tent? Do, you? Not to mention all the other fuckin tension that is currently residing between us four. "Blair paused; her phone beeping to alarm her a text was in her inbox.
"Wait on sec, Serena; I need to see if this is Paula confirming me about the prom dress size I specified."
Blair opened her text, tapping her heels impatiently on the floor. She couldn't believe her friend wanted to go camping. She knew Serena dressed like a hippie, she just didn't know when Serena started acting like one too. Her text was off. It was in blood red script, and was blinking.
Blair you know you want to go camping. It's fun. ..BLOOD...BLOOD. .. .. Actually, dear, don't go camping. Cause all you'll be is DEAD.
Blair's face froze as she read the text, her hands shaking slightly. She looked for a return number, but there wasn't any. Everything has a return number, Blair thought to herself, putting Serena back on.
"Did you text me?" Blair said shrieking into the phone. All she got in response was static.
"Serena?" she screamed loudly. She pressed her phone closer to her ear, but shrieked when she heard laughter coming out of the phone.
"This isn't funny!" Blair said, chocked sobs leaving her body.
"Don't go, Blair. You wouldn't want anything to happen to you, would you?"
Blair sobbed louder, pressing the reject button on her phone and throwing it. It fell with a heavy thud on her floor, but started shaking seconds later.
"Blood and death is oh so sweet. Body parts I do eat. Camper's deaths are more so sweet. Because they die and then I do eat."
The phone stopped shaking, and Blair slid to the floor. She had never been more scared in her life. The voice was eerily haunting, like a child's voice. And the phone shaking was odd too. Blair couldn't rein in the terror that was coursing through her body. She took lungful steps toward her door, but shrieked loudly when her phone rang once again. She ignored it, and walked hastily out of her apartment. The phone could wait.
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A/N: Would you like me to continue? Review!!!:):):)
Oh, and for everyone who wants to know, yes, I know where this story is going. Yes, people are going to die, and yes it is going to be creepy. And yes, I made that eerie poem.:)