Daryl and I sat around a campfire in the woods telling scary stories. I found a book called, Of Haunted Houses and Campfire Tales, in a house we looked at. We only found very few supplies, but this book looked interesting so I snatched it up. Now, we were taking turns reading the short scary stories inside.

"I'll go first." I said. "Hmm." I skimmed through the pages using my flashlight. There was one called, Black Eyed Children. "Oh. This one sounds interesting." I cleared my throat then started:

"One night, I heard a knock at the door. It was unusual because I hardly ever have company, especially at this time of night. "Who is it?" I yelled. I heard someone say, "Please. We need help." It sounded like a child so I immediately opened the door. There was a little girl and boy standing on the porch that I had never seen before. I live in a small neighborhood so we all kind of know each other. "What can I help you with?" I asked them. "Can we come in and use the telephone?" The little boy said. He was so calm that it unsettled me. I turned the porch light on and that's when I saw their dark black eyes. Their faces were expressionless. I couldn't take me eyes away from them; It was like they were staring into my soul. They were saying things to me, but I wasn't listening. These were just children but they terrified me so badly that I just wanted to slam the door in their faces. I wanted them to go away and never come back. There was something not right about them at all. The girl said something but I didn't hear her. "Sorry, what?" I said. "We need to come in and use the phone." She said. She was more demanding this time. Still not taking my eyes away from theirs, I said, "Um…I don't have a phone." It was a lie, but there was no way in hell I was letting them in. "Liar." They said in unison, which made them all the more creepy. They just stood there staring at me with those black eyes and blank expressions. "Please just go away." I said. They continued to stare into my soul for I don't even know how long, before sighing and then calmly walking away. I wanted to see where they were going so I'd know in which direction they came from, but they were just gone. I mean…it was like I blinked and they were gone. I've never seen those children before nor did I ever see them again after this. However, I couldn't ever get the image of those black eyes out of my head." I finished the story.

"Creepy." I said and giggled. "Yer turn." I handed my brother the book.

"Nah, why don't you just read 'em?"

"That ain't fun." I complained. "We take turns."

"Yeah, but I like hearin' ya read."

"Well, just read one then I'll read another." I smiled handing him the book again. He finally took it. I watched him skim through the pages for a while.

"Okay." He cleared his throat. "I'll read the The Tiny Door." He raised his eyebrows and made a gesture with his hands. I giggled. "All right." He sighed then began reading.

"Timmy and his family moved into a new house." Daryl started. I laughed, he stopped and looked at me. "Really?" He asked annoyed.

"Sorry." I said and giggled. "Continue."

"All right. So…Timmy and his family moved into a new house. Timmy was always kind of a brat." He stopped. "I know another one 'a them." He said looking up at me from the book. I giggled. Daryl continued, "He said that he better get the best room or he wasn't going to live here. His parents always agreed with him because they just didn't feel like dealing with him." Daryl stopped again. "Yeah, I wouldn't either." He said making me laugh again. "As they were looking around the house, Timmy wasn't satisfied. He was disgusted with what he was seeing. Suddenly, Timmy heard his name being called upstairs; he looked at his parents and they didn't seem to notice so he went upstairs. To Timmy's surprise, there wasn't anyone up there, but he didn't care. He was too distracted by the room he had found. The room was huge! It had a nice, wide open space for activities and the bedroom itself was to the right when you walked up the stairs. It even had its own bathroom. Technically it was the attic, but Timmy didn't care. This was definitely the room for him; he heard it calling him, literally.

Later that night, when all their stuff was moved in, Timmy was upstairs playing when he heard his name being called again. He looked around but didn't see anyone. He walked into his bedroom and also did not see anyone. As he was leaving, his arm bumped the door making it close a little. He then noticed a little door, just big enough for him to fit through, in the wall behind his bedroom door. He was intrigued and opened it. All he saw was darkness inside. He felt around for a light switch, but couldn't find one. Suddenly, Timmy got a creepy feeling and closed the door. When it was bedtime, Timmy could not get his mind off the tiny door. Timmy was awakened shortly after by hearing his name being called. He sat up and looked around the room. Then his eyes darted to the tiny door. His eyes were glued to it like he was waiting for something to happen. Eventually, something did. Timmy watched as the door opened and a creature like thing came out of it." My eyes went wide and I was on the edge of the log listening to Daryl read. "Timmy was frozen in fear. The entity called to him, but Timmy wouldn't move. Then, as if by magic, Timmy got out of bed and walked towards the tiny door. He wasn't doing that though. It was like he was in a trance. Timmy couldn't control himself as he followed the entity through the tiny door and into the darkness. Timmy was never seen again." Daryl finished. "Good. That kid was a little prick."

I laughed. "That was crazy." I grinned from ear to ear.

"All right. Here." My brother threw the book to me, it almost landed in the fire. I skimmed through the pages again. "This is called, The Music Box." I said happily. I started reading:

"I had given my daughter a music box that was in my family for years. It was broken, but she could still use it as a box for her jewelry or something. She didn't seem too thrilled about it, but I really wanted her to have it since it's been in my family for so long. Well, one day she came to me all excited saying someone was talking to her through the box. I just laughed it off because my daughter always had such a big imagination. I asked her what their name was and she said Carol." I stopped and looked at my brother. "That's weird." I said and laughed it off. I continued. "Suddenly, chills went down my spine and I could feel the blood draining from my face. I quickly took it off of her and told her to go play in the other room. You see when I was younger, my sister used to talk to someone named Carol as well. She said she lived in our house but only she could see her. We all just shrugged it off at first, but then my sister started having nightmares every night and never got any sleep. She got sick a lot, too. She became depressed soon after and hardly ever ate. My sister was scared all the time during this time. I also remember her being angry a lot. She complained constantly that, Carol, was the cause of it all. It wasn't until we moved that my sister felt better. We had left Carol behind or so we thought. The music box came with us, but it's been in storage all these years, until I had found it and gave it to my daughter. If this is the same person that my daughter is talking to then I need to get rid of the music box. I told my husband about it when he got home and he took it outside and burnt it." I finished.

"Hmm." Daryl said. "That was a good one."

"Yeah." I said sadly and closed the book. That story made me think of Carol, our Carol. I really missed her and everyone else.

"What? You don't wanna read no more?" My brother asked me. I just shook my head and laid down on the log. We were quiet for a moment.

"Hey, Daryl?" I spoke. "Do ya ever miss Carol? And, you know, the others?"

He was hesitant. "…well, sure. I miss 'em. I try not to thank about it, though. I'm just happy I got my baby sister with me."

I gave him a small smile. "Yeah, but…do ya ever wonder if they made it? And if they did, what they're doin' right now and where they are?"

"Yeah." He sighed. "I thank about that a lot. But like I said, I try not to thank about it." My brother admitted. I just nodded.

"Well, I miss 'em. I thank about it all the time." I suddenly sat up. "Maybe we shoulda looked fer 'em more, ya know? Before we traveled so far away. Maybe we woulda found 'em." I played with a piece of bark on the log.

"Yeah, I know. I was just worried about keepin' you safe." Daryl said. "But…I'm sure they're fine wherever they are, all right?" He nodded. "Get some sleep now, okay?"

I sighed. "Okay." I rolled off the log and laid on the ground. Daryl kicked some dirt on the fire to put it out. "I wish we could do somethin' fun tomorra." I said.

"What do ya mean?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. Just somethin' different. Somethin' fun." My brother gave me a sympathetic smile. I rolled over facing away from him and soon fell asleep.

Daryl and I were running for our lives from these guys that were after us. We ran and ran until we couldn't run anymore. We stopped behind a building to rest.

"I thank we lost 'em." My brother said looking around the building.

"I hope so. I— I was cut off by a terrible feeling I got. Suddenly, a man jumped out of literally nowhere and swung the ax cutting Daryl's head off. "NO!" I screamed. "OH GOD, DARYL! NO!" I fell to the ground bawling my eyes out.

I sat up quickly sweating and breathing heavily. Looking around I realized it was just a dream. That's when I noticed Daryl looking right at me with a concerned look on his face. "Another nightmare?" He asked. I took a minute to respond. I swallowed hard and just nodded. "Come'er." He beckoned me over. I slowly made my way to him. I sat up against him with his arm wrapped around me. "You wanna talk about it?"

I hesitated. "…some—some guys was after us and—and they…they killed you." I sobbed. "It was the worst dream ever. Worse than the ones about daddy."

"It's okay." He kissed the top of my head. "I ain't goin' no where. Ever."

I sniffled. "Promise?"

"Promise." He laid his head on top of mine. "Now, go back to sleep." I nodded and just leaned on him for comfort. It never took me long to fall asleep when my brother was there.

We traveled on early the next day. Eventually, we found a jeep and I drove while Daryl rested since he didn't get to sleep last night. He handed me a map before he went to sleep and told me to follow a certain route. He told me if I had any trouble to wake him up, but he didn't exactly tell me where we were headed. I just shrugged it off and followed his directions.

"Daryl." I woke my brother up. "We's out again."

"All right." He said stretching. "So we walk." We grabbed our weapons and walked the rest of the way.

"Where we goin' anyway?" I finally asked.

"You'll see." Was all he said. I gave him a questioning look. "Don't worry about it. Ya said ya wanted to do somethin' different so we're gonna do somethin' different."

"Yeah, but I also said I wanted it to be fun." I mumbled.

"What was 'at?"

"Nothin'." I grinned sweetly up at him. He smirked and swatted me.

We walked on this one road for a long time. We just crossed a bridge and were in a small town now. "It's just up ahead." My brother told me.

"How do ya even know?"

"I saw it on a map."

"I wish you would just tell me." I crossed my arms.

"You'll see soon enough."

We walked further up a hill and were now on another bridge. I could see an amusement park from a distance and I got kind of excited inside. That has to be where were going. I waited to say anything until we got a little closer. "Look! An amusement park!" I pointed. "Is that where we goin'?"

"Nope." Daryl said. "Not that one." I gave him another strange look. "It's even better 'an 'at."

"Really?" I crossed my arms again. "Are you sure?"

"Positive. Now quit askin' questions 'fore I throw ya over this bridge." He said making me giggle.

It took quite a long time, but eventually we got there and my brother was right, this was way better than an amusement park! It was a water park! It was called Sandcastle! It was such a nice day out, too. It's still pretty warm here in the northern states even though it's like September.

We broke inside and looked around. The water in the pools were dirty but we didn't care. We have been through things way worse. "We got this whole place to ourselves!" I said with glee.

"Yup. Ya said ya wanted to do somethin' fun so let's do this."

"Yeah!" I leaped.

Daryl and I grabbed inner tubes and rode on them down the slides and into the dirty water down below. It was so fun! Once we did that a couple times, we swam through the lazy river. It was pretty relaxing and made us forget about everything for a while, which was nice given the circumstance we were in. The funnest ride was probably the Dragon's Den. It was like bowl shaped and you rode on an inner tube together and spin around the whole thing for a while until we went down into the hole and down the slide again! I loved it and I think Daryl did, too! He actually laughed at one point.

"That was great!" I said once we were off the ride.

"Yeah? Better than an amusement park?"

"Hell yeah!" I jumped up. "Thank you, Daryl!" I hugged him around the waist.

He let out a little laugh. "Of course, sweet thang." He patted my head. "I just like seein' ya happy." I smiled up at him. "So, what do ya say, wanna check out the body slides over there?" He pointed up high. I looked to where he was pointing, the slides were really high. I got a nervous feeling.

"I don't know." I said. "They really big."

"It'll be fine." He grabbed my hand. "Come on." We headed in the direction of the big slides. There were a bunch of stairs we had to climb to get up there. My knee started to bother me after some time. And I left my brace down below in my bag so it wouldn't get wet. I tried to suck it up but at one point I let out a whimper. "Want me to carry ya?" My brother asked.

"You cain't. It's too much work."

"Sissy." He gave me a look. "I'll be fine. Come on, get on my back."

"…well, okay. If ya really want me to." I jumped onto his back and he carried me the rest of the way. I have to admit, it did feel way better.

We finally got to the top and I let Daryl rest a minute before doing anything. I looked out over the tall slide. The stand seemed to shake a little while we were on it. "Whoa." I said. "I don't like that."

My brother let out a little laugh. "Then ya better hurry up and go before this thang collapses."

"Don't say that!"

"It might." Daryl jumped and it shook some more.

"Daryl!" I yelled. "Don't do that!"

"All right. Then go."

"Ain't ya comin' with me?"

"We gotta go separately."

"Oh." I looked down over the slide at the ground and swallowed hard. "You can go first."

"Nah, you go."

"No, you."

"Le, I want you to go first. I can watch ya."

"Why do I have to go first." I pouted.

"Cuz I said so."

"So?"

"So, you'll do what I say. I wiped yer ass."

"Ya cain't hold somethin' against me that happened when I was a kid." I said annoyed.

"Yeah, but you was nasty." My brother chuckled. "I got tons 'a stories to tell yer fiancé." He cleared his throat. "This one time, you got explosive diarrhea and tried to take care 'a yerself only that the toilet paper slid all the way up and ya smeared shit up yer back." He laughed. "You was cryin' fer me to come help ya."

"Daryl, stop!" I scowled at him. "And don't ya ever tell no one that. I'll kill ya!"

My brother laughed. "Look, are ya gonna go or not? Stop bein' such a baby."

I looked down again and gulped. "Yeah, I'm goin'. Watch me, okay?" He nodded. I nervously sat down on the slide. "Well, here goes." I positioned myself then pushed myself down the slide. "Ah!" I screamed. I felt the wind rushing through me. It was so fun! It was such a rush! I reached the bottom quickly and got the worst wedgie ever. I quickly pulled it out and stood up. "Did ya see that?" I yelled and jumped up and down excitedly. "Huh, did ya?"

"Yeah, I did!" Daryl yelled down to me.

"It's really fun, Daryl! You gotta go now!"

"I am, I am!" He yelled down. I watched him, he was about to sit down on the slide but stopped and looked down at me. "Le!" He screamed.

"Huh?" I was confused. Just then, I felt someone grab me from behind. I tried to scream but they had their hand over my mouth.

"Let 'er go!" My brother yelled down. "If you hurt her, I swear I'll kill ya!"

"You might get her back." Th guy said and laughed evilly. He lifted me and carried me away. I struggled to get free but he was way stronger.

He took me into a nearby shack place and pushed me inside. There were a bunch of other guys in there. I looked around and grew frantic. They all grinned evilly at me as they stepped closer. I was terrified. What am I gonna do? Daryl PLEASE come find me!