Hey guys! How's it going? It's CRSW back with another riddle. This one's very very complicated. Seriously. Have fun trying to answer ;)
The answer for the previous riddle: Elevator buttons light up only when pressed from the inside. So, how did they light up on their own?
And the people who correctly answered the riddle: Darkleaf aka Desires of Autumn leaves, Blue Shadow of sky, Devi, and Droplets of Blue rain. Awesome! Great going, guys!
My grandfather, Voltaire sent me to summer camp. I didn't want to go. Maybe he was punishing me. Whoever came with the idea of a summer camp for teenagers? The horror of it! My grandfather, Voltaire sent me to summer camp. I didn't want to go. Maybe he was punishing me. Whoever came with the idea of a summer camp for teenagers? The horror of it! The camp is painfully boring. There is never anything to do.
"Once you get here, you'll never want to leave!" That's the motto plasted over the front gate.
How depressing, to be stuck here forever.
The other campers are an unfriendly bunch. They're rude, ignorant and inconsiderate. The worst thing is having to share a cabin with them.
I have two share my cabin with two nerds. A male and a female. Their names are Kenny and Emily, but I call them Nerdboy and Nerdgirl.
They're like another species. Somewhere in the guidebook of nerds, there must be a rule stating: "You have to talk like an idiot and wear glasses, plaid shirts and pleated pants." They're also deathly boring. I ignore them and they ignore me.
It seems like nerds flock together, because Nerdboy and Nerdgirl often bring their nerdy friends to the cabin. They sit around and discuss Math or Computers. Just listening to them makes me want to hang myself.
One day, they veered off-topic and started discussing supernatural and paranormal phenomena. I was lying on the top bunk listening to their conversation.
Nerdboy Kenny was telling everyone that two years ago, in this very camp, a boy had been brutally murdered and her killer was never found. He said he asked the counsellors about it, but they refused to discuss it. They didn't even tell him in which of the cabins the murder happened.
But Nerdboy was a budding detective and had conducted his own investigation. He said he had determined that the murder happened in our own cabin. What horror!
Nerdgirl Emily said she knew how to make an ouija board and suggested that they try and contact the spirit of the deceased boy.
However, the board she constructed was laughable. It was made from a piece of cardboard cut out of a cereal box and as a planchette, she used a bottle cap. I was stunned that they thought it would even work.
As soon as it got dark, the four inept paranormal investigators lit some candles, burned some incense and sat around the table. I, of course, was not invited to participate, but from the top bunk, I could see and hear everything.
The nerds joined hands and Nerdboy said, "Spirit of the deceased, communicate with us!"
It was all I could do to stop myself bursting out laughing.
They all placed their fingers on the bottle cap and waited with bated breath. "Spirit, are you there?" asked Nerdboy.
The bottle cap began to move in a reply. "Y-E-S." They read out the reply
"Were you murdered?" asked Nerdgirl. "Y-E-S."
"How old are you?" Asked one of the other nerds.
I couldn't stand anymore. I put on a creepy voice and said, "Fifteen!"
They all screamed, jumped up, and fled from the cabin in terror. It was very funny.
Why is the narrator ignored by everyone? What's wrong in this story?
Done. Think about it. Hard. But if you can't answer, don't worry. This one had me stumped, too. But I know there are some of you out there who CAN solve this one. All the best!