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Camp Revenge

Chapter 22

My own version of Camp Rock told in Shane's point of view

Denny and I have been hanging out no stop for the past five days. He's been sleeping over at our cabin and we even had a dance party last night! Denny is probably the best friend I've ever had in a long time. Jason and Nate are still my best friends, but Denny is definitely tied for first with them.

"Let's make s'mores!" Denny suggested.

I laughed. "Yeah!"

We ran out of my cabin and bumped into Jason and Nate. They were already sitting by the campfire. "Hey," I greeted. "Denny and I are gonna make some s'mores. Care to join?"

They shrugged. "Sure," they said at the same time.

We walked into the kitchen and saw Tess there. Tess ran up to me and gave me a big hug. "I missed you, sweetie!"

I awkwardly hugged her too and patted her on the back. "Me too," I lied. I don't actually like Tess, it's all to make Mitchie jealous, remember?

When we pulled away from our awkward hug, I asked, "Hey can you get us some s'mores stuff,"

She nodded and kissed me sweetly on the cheek. When she set off into the back of the kitchen, I rubbed my cheek, getting the lipstick off. Denny tried his hardest not to laugh. I glanced at him, causing him to cough and mess with his shaggy hair.

Tess – my "girlfriend" – came back with some gram crackers, marshmallows, and chocolate. She handed the stuff to me and then said, "Make me a s'mores, kay?"

I nodded and then we set off. We went back to the campfire, s'mores stuff in hand, and then we each grabbed sticks, putting the marshmallows on them.

While I put my above the fire, Denny put his in the fire, and the whole thing went up in flames. He laughed and then pulled it out of the fire, still flaming, and waved it at me. I laughed and stepped back, away from the burnt fluffy goodness. Denny blew out the fire on his marshmallow and he started to peel off the burn part. "See, it's only good when you get all that gooey ness on the inside," he explained and put the marshmallow on the gram cracker.

I shrugged and set mine on fire as well, peeling off the burnt part. I ate my s'mores and it was the best s'mores I had ever had in my life!

"You must go camping a lot," I said, mouth full of s'mores.

Denny nodded. "I used to go a lot, but then when I got a heart transplant, I couldn't really go as much as I would have liked,"

"Oh," I replied. "What happened…?" I asked. It was kind of awkward asking my friend why he had a heart transplant, but my curiosity got the better of me.

He shrugged. "I dunno. My heart decided it was gonna be a bitch one day and just gave out,"

"Oh," I said again, taking another bite of my s'mores. "So are you ok now?" Oh my God. I'm actually caring for another human being. I never thought I'd live to see the day…

Denny nodded. "Yeah. I guess," he looked down at his s'mores. "I still have some problems some times, but for the most part I guess I'm fine,"

We sat there in silence for a couple of minutes. "Oh shit," I said, standing up. "I have to make Tess a s'mores!" I fumbled around for the bag of marshmallows.

"Here, I'll do it," Denny offered and grabbed the bag. He put a marshmallow on a stick and caught it on fire.

I smiled. "Thanks, Denny,"

He turned to me. "No problem. Making s'mores is fun anyway,"

When he finished making the s'mores he gave it to me and I put it on a plate, and then went back to the kitchen. Tess ran up to me and grabbed the plate and gave me a hug. "Thank you, sweetie!"

Tess bit into the s'mores. "Mmm! You make the best s'mores ever!"

I laughed. "You're welcome," I said and went out of the kitchen. I went back to the campfire and everyone was singing campfire songs. Jason was playing his guitar with Nate and everyone was singing. I sat down in between Jason and Nate and sang with them.

After the song was over, everyone started going back to his or her cabins. I turned to Denny. "Sleepover?" I asked.

Denny nodded and stood up. We high-fived. "Yeah!" we exclaimed at the same time.

Mitchie laughed. "You boys have fun," she said and headed off to her own cabin.

Jason, Nate, Denny, and I all headed off to my cabin. I turned on the stereo and blasted some Paramore music. We all jumped around and laughed.

Uncle Brown came into my cabin. "TURN THE GODDAMN MUSIC OFF!" he yelled over the volume.

I turned the stereo off and gave my uncle a death glare. "Way to be a party-pooper," I mumbled.

"Go to bed. It's well past midnight," my uncle commanded and left the cabin.

I scoffed. "Asshole,"

Denny shrugged. "Just do what he says and then we can party in the morning,"

"Fine," I said and got in my bed. Jason, Nate, and Denny got in their sleeping bags. "Goodnight, everyone," I said.

X X X

The next morning when I woke up, I was showered with kisses. From Tess. Bitch kisses. "Wake up, sleepy head," she said.

I mumbled something and then flipped over. "Too early," I said into my pillow.

She sighed. "Wake up. It's past three,"

I groaned and turned back around, opening my eyes. Denny, Jason, and Nate weren't in the cabin. "Where'd they go?" I asked.

Tess shrugged. "Down to the creek,"

I got out of bed and stretched. I completely ignored Tess and went out of my cabin. Tess followed me, but I pretended like she wasn't there. I went into the forest, following the dirt path, and saw Mitchie, Denny, Jason, and Nate moving rocks into the river. "What are you doing?" I asked, approaching them.

Denny turned around. "We're making a rock bridge to cross the creek," he said and continued putting large rocks in the creek.

I decided to help and after a while, we got rocks all the way across the creek. Jason and Nate went first, followed my Denny and I. Mitchie stayed at the other end. When Denny crossed to the other side of the creek, he turned around. "You coming, Mitchie?" he asked.

She shook her head. "I'm scared,"

Denny went back to the other side of the creek and said, "Piggy back ride,"

Mitchie smiled and hopped on his back. Denny crossed the creek and then let Mitchie off on the other side. When everyone was on the same side of the creek, we walked up stream. We ended up going into the forest and looking around for a while.

When we made it to a clear opening, we stopped to take a rest. There were some conveniently places logs sitting around in a circle so we all sat down.

"Let's tell some ghost stories," Denny suggested. "I have a good one,"

Mitchie laughed. "Is it that stupid one about the old man in Colorado, again?"

Denny shrugged. "I dunno. Is it?"

"Just tell it," I urged.

He laughed. "Ok. So, one day in this town called South Park in Colorado, there lived an old man. He would sit out on his porch on Front Street and his rocking chair would creak back and forth. Eeep, eep. Everyone would come up to him and ask him why he was holding a gun, but no reply came from the old man. He would just rock back and forth. Back and forth. The old man would sit out there all day and night and wouldn't talk to a living soul – that's because he only talked to dead people,"

By now, Jason, Nate, and I were huddled up together, shivering and whimpering. It was only midday but being out in the woods had an eerie feeling to it.

Denny continued his story. "So every night at midnight the man would get up from his rocking chair and go into the hotel across the street. He would walk through the door and the wind chimes would go off as he walked by. The old man would walk to the back of the hotel and would pass by the night manager. The night manager would stop him and say,

"'Sir, why do you come here every night?'

"But the man gave no reply. He would go out the back door and down to the lake. He would sit down by the lake, then all of his ghost friends would come out from the forest, and then they would go and murder people.

"Every night, a different person would be killed, leaving the town speechless. Soon, he killed everyone in the town. When the whole town people turned to ghosts, he would sit on his rocking chair and rock back and forth. Back and forth,"

Jason started crying. "No! I don't want to die!"

I punched him. "It's not real, Jason," I turned to Denny. "It's just a story, right?"

Denny nodded. "Yeah. But do you want to know a real ghost story?"

Mitchie suddenly looked spooked. "No. Not the one about our house. Please don't say it!"

Denny smirked. "I'm sure our friends would love to hear it,"

Nate, Jason, and I nodded.

Mitchie covered her ears. "This one always gives me nightmares! And it's true, also!"

"Tell it! Tell it!" I urged.

Denny told the story. "So Mitchie and I used to live in a town called South Park in Colorado,"

"Wait," I stopped him. "Isn't that where the other story took place?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Same place. Same ghost,"

"So it was true?!" I screeched.

Denny shrugged. "I guess. You decide after this story," He continued. "Ok, so we lived in this house right by the hotel that the old man would go though every night and there would always be weird things going on – lights would flicker, there would be weird noises at night, sometimes random twinkling lights would be seen,"

Mitchie was in a fetal position, covering her ears and making weird noises, trying not to listen to the story.

"So one day when I was five and Mitchie was just a baby, I heard her crying so I went into her room and saw a blue figure rocking her back and forth. I said, 'Who are you? What do you want?' And then the ghost turned to me and said,

"'I am the true mother of this baby,' and then she quickly floated away but I chased after her.

"'Leave our family alone!' I yelled at the ghost and then screamed for my parents. They came rushing into the room and then the ghost suddenly disappeared and Mitchie was back safe in her crib. It was the scariest thing that had ever happened to our family," he told the story.

I was shivering. "And that's true?" I asked, shaking.

Denny nodded. "That one is true. I saw the ghost with my very own two eyes. And it wasn't a dream because my parents remember it, too,"

Jason and Nate started trembling.

Mitchie uncovered her ears. "Are you done telling the story?"

Denny nodded. "Yeah. It scared the crap out of our friends,"

"That's because it's a freaky story!" Mitchie exclaimed.

Denny laughed. "It is pretty scary, eh? It's even creepier cause it's one hundred percent true,"

We all nodded.

I looked around. "Yeah, can we go back to camp now? I'm kind of scared,"

We all stood up and quickly walked back to camp. We followed a long the creek. When it came time to cross the creek, Denny carried Mitchie across the creek and we ran back to camp. The sun was now setting and we were totally freaked out. We all went back to Mitchie's cabin and talked about less scary things – like video games and guitars.

Around eight, we all went to the dining hall and ate dinner. We had pizza! Yay! I had totally forgotten all about the scary story until nightfall and it was dark out.

Right before we went to bed, Denny was about to turn off the lights, but I stopped him. "Umm, can we leave the lights on tonight?"

Denny laughed. "Get over it. We're not in that house, remember?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I guess," I said and reached under my bed, grabbing my teddy bear.

He laughed again and then turned off the lights.

A\N: That story that Denny told about the ghost in their house is actually true believe it or not! I still have nightmares about it! I actually lived next to the haunted hotel where that old man ghost would go through every night. Creepy, eh? Actually as I'm writing this chapter, I'm next to my old house! Eeep! Wonder why we moved?

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