Chapter Two; The Campout

The Doctor and Cassie walked hand in hand through the store together. There was a lot of scary costumes in there from clowns, to witches, to zombies, and to ghosts. Cassie didn't want to admit it, but she was a little bit scared and unsure of them. "So what costume are you going to get Daddy?" she asked him as she walked close to his side.

Before her father could answer her, they ran into Clara Oswald. "Hullo Doctor, hi Cassie." She said while smiling brightly at them.

"Hullo Miss Oswald." Cassie said.

"My, my Cassie." She began with a grin. "Aren't you getting to be a big girl?" she questioned as Cassie beamed proudly at her and thanked her. "So where's Nathan?" she wondered.

"Oh he's spending the weekend with some of his friends." The Doctor began. "They even invited him to trick-or-treat with them. He's going as a cowboy." He explained.

"That'll be nice for Peter," Clara began. "it'll let him off the hook for looking after two children." She said. "Speaking of Peter_" she began again.

"I know, he told me about the incident that happened at school today. I apologize for that." The Doctor told her.

"At times like that I wish that I didn't have to be professional," she began with a shudder. "I wish there was some way that I could get him back and teach him a real lesson! One that he'd never forget! I hate spiders!" she cried.

"Join the club." Cassie began. "He did the same thing to me and Jane with a snake, and we're supposed to be his sweet and innocent little sisters!" she snapped as The Doctor rolled his eyes at her.

"Anyway, I'm taking Cassie costume shopping." He told her.

"That's nice, what are you going to be Cassie?" Clara asked her.

"Dorothy Gale from The Wizard of Oz." she replied.

"Really? That's interesting because I'm going to be the wicked witch of the west." Clara told her in a very spooky voice while curling her fingers and cackling at her. "I'll get you my pretty and your little dog too!" she cried as Cassie simply scoffed at her and placed her hands upon her hips while turning up her nose and shaking her head.

"I'm not scared." She began proudly. "Besides, Shadow's a big dog, not a little dog, and he could easily attack any witch who tried to hurt me." She said.

"Well, you sure a brave little girl Cassie, what are you going to be for the Halloween party?" Clara asked as she glanced up at The Doctor.

"I'm not sure yet, I was thinking about being a clown, but Peter already picked that costume. I just hope that he starts behaving himself in school if he wants to go to that campout next weekend." He said.

"You mean the camping trip at Camp Banshee?" Clara questioned.

"What's Camp Banshee?" Cassie questioned her back.

"A lot of boys in my class talk about it all the time, they tell me that it's supposed to be haunted." Clara said as Cassie gave a nervous and worried gulp.

"Haunted?" she asked shakily as her whole entire body started trembling with fear.

"Yeah, but it's just an old legend. I don't think it's really true since I don't believe in ghosts myself." Clara reassured her.

"You didn't believe in aliens either or witches." The Doctor pointed out.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Well, I better be going, see you both some other time." She said before she waved goodbye and Cassie looked up at her father while she walked away.

"Daddy?" she questioned.

"Yes sweetheart?" he questioned her back.

"What's a legend?" she wondered.

"A legend is an old story that has been passed down from generation to generation that may or may not be true." He explained.

"Then what's the legend of Camp Banshee?" she asked him.

"I'm not sure, but I wouldn't worry about it honey." He told her.

"But what if a ghost goes after Peter and tries to eat him or something!? I mean, I know that I've said a lot of bad things about him, but he's still my brother and I still love him!" she cried.

"Oh Cassie, of course you do. I never doubted for a moment that you didn't." he told her. "Don't worry, your brother will be fine. I would never let him go anywhere if I thought there was even a slight chance that he'd be in danger. Now let's go ahead and get our costumes because I need to get back home and start dinner." He said.

"Okay Daddy." She told him as he smiled down at her.

"That's my good girl." He told her before he led her away.

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When Monday morning came, Nathan and Cassie climbed onto the school bus together and found a seat together. Cassie had told her foster brother about her fears about the supposedly haunted camp. "I already told Daddy that I'm staying after school today to do some research in the library." She began as she sat down. "Only I didn't tell him that it wasn't for school. He might be sure that the legend isn't true, but I'm not." She said with a shake of her head. "After all, my mother is somewhat of a ghost." She told him.

"But what if you find out that the camp is haunted? How are you going to get The Doctor to change his mind?" Nathan wondered when suddenly the doors pulled shut and the bus started moving again.

"I'm not sure, I haven't figured that part out yet." Cassie admitted. "But I'll think of something." She said. "I have to. I just have to."

Cassie spent the rest of the school week researching all about Camp Banshee. By the time Friday came she had all of her facts straight and knew that she had to convince her father not to send Peter (who seemed to be on his best behavior) there. After she got home that afternoon she found Nathan, Mickey, and Martha already inside the kitchen.

"Hey Cassie, your father wanted me to let you know that he's picking Clara up and taking her out for dinner, so you and Nathan will have to stay with the babysitter." Mickey told her.

"But what about Peter? Where's he?" she asked him.

"He's upstairs packing for his camping trip. Martha and I are driving him there before we go to the movies." He explained.

"But you can't!" she cried.

"Why not?" Martha questioned him.

"Because a crazy man with an axe lives out in the woods! Or at least his ghost does." She replied.

"Oh I see what this is about." Mickey began with a grin. "You're worried about the legend of Camp Banshee. I know you're just a little kid so I don't expect you to understand this, but it's just a legend, it isn't real." He told her.

"I am not a little kid, and it is too real!" she snapped with a stomp of her foot before Peter came down the stairs.

"What's real?" he asked as he swung his backpack over his shoulder.

"Don't worry, don't listen to her. She's just letting her imagination run away with her." Mickey told him. "Come on let's go. We have to get you to the campground before your aunt and I miss the movie." He said before they walked out the door and left the house together.