Hello, everyone. I'm bringing you all another chapter of my Haunted Summer Camp story. Sorry I took a while. I've been working on the rest of the story, and looking for inspiration for future stories I might write. I'm writing this chapter while waiting for a package to come today.
Comments-
Bluecatcinema: As always, your support is appreciated. And, yeah. It is pretty scary.
FireKing Atlas: Thank you for your support, too. And, here is Amaya's experience.
Bob4tide: Since you really want to see a story, or chapter where Amaya loses her glasses, I'll put your idea in.
Giselle H: I thank you as well for your support.
Disclaimer- I don't own PJ Masks. It's owned by Disney Junior, Entertainment One, etc.
Chapter 4- Amaya in the Closet
Six hours later, at sunset; all the kids were at the main lodge, and they were all talking with the camp's cook.
Cook: Ok, campers. When Ms. Zane gets back from the grocery store, me and her will make banana pudding for you all.
Kids: Mmmmm! …
Cook: In the meantime; you kids should play a game here. Just don't break anything. Understand?
Kids: Yes, sir.
The cook walks back into the kitchen.
Cameron: Who's up for hide-and-seek?
Kids: Ooh! Me! … I am! I am! … Sounds like fun…
Greg: I'll be "It".
Cameron: Ok. Greg; you count to forty, and we'll each find a place to hide.
Greg: Ok.
Greg covers his eyes, leans against the wall, and starts counting; while the other kids were looking for hiding places. A few of them went outside looking for a place to hide, while the rest stayed inside. Amaya goes upstairs to the bedroom, and hides in the closet.
Amaya: (little laugh)… Greg will never find me in here.
She looks around inside the closet, and sees how dark it is. She felt a little nervous.
Amaya: … Maybe, I should turn on the light.
She looks around the wall for a light switch, and, then; she heard a voice. That same voice the boys heard.
Voice: (whispers) Amaya…
Amaya: Hmm?
Voice: (teasingly whispers) Amaayyyaaaa…
Amaya: (nervously) There might be some other kids in the bedroom who are probably just messing with me… Wait. I came in here first.
She then heard a thump
Amaya: (gasp)!
She turns around, and sees a fallen box on the floor.
Amaya: (nervously) There might be mice in here. They must've knocked that down.
She goes over to the fallen box, and puts it back on the shelf. Just then; she felt a poke.
Amaya: (gasp)!
She turns around, and sees nothing.
Amaya: (gulp)! … (whispering to herself) Relax yourself, Amaya. You're just imagining things. And, remember, you're playing a game.
Voice: (teasingly whispers) Oh, Amaya. You poor little girl… You were so scared about your first experience at a summer camp, and you think your imagination is messing with you… Guess what, my dear: This. Is. Veerrrryyy. REAL. (laughing)! …
Some of the clothes hanging in there fell onto her. She gets up and out of the pile, and puts the clothes back. But, she started to feel a bit more uncomfortable.
Amaya: (nervous laugh)… Maybe, I should find another place to hide.
She goes to the door and tries to open it, but it's locked from the outside.
Amaya: (sighs)! … I guess I'll just have to hide in here until Greg finds me.
She tries to keep it together, even though she didn't like the decision she just made.
On the outside; Connor comes into the bedroom, and hides under the bed.
Connor: (lightly laughs to himself)…
Downstairs; Greg is almost done counting.
Greg: 38, 39, 40! Ready or not! Here I come!
He looks around the lunch-room, and gets an idea. He looks under each of the tables, and he finds five kids, sharing a laugh with each of them.
Greg: Ok. You all sit down at a table, and wait since you've been found. I'll look for everyone else.
He goes outside, and finds five more kids. As they were about to go back inside, they hear a car pulling up. They look behind themselves, and see Ms. Zane getting out of one of the mini buses with a bag of groceries.
Ms. Zane: (approaching the lodge) Hello, kids. What's going on here?
Greg: We're playing hide-and-seek. I'm "It".
Ms. Zane: Well remember, when all of you are done, we're having banana pudding.
Greg: Yes, Ms. Zane.
They all go back inside. Greg goes upstairs, into the bathroom, and finds Joshua in the tub.
Greg: Gotcha!
Joshua: (laughs)…
Greg: You go back downstairs, and wait.
Joshua: Ok.
Joshua goes back downstairs, Greg goes into the bedroom, and finds Tanya behind the curtain.
Greg: Aha!
Tanya: (laughs)…
Greg: Go back downstairs, Tanya. Ms. Zane' back.
Tanya: Ok, Greg.
Tanya goes back downstairs. Amaya, who's still in the closet, hears Greg's voice, and is relieved that he finally came into the bedroom.
Amaya: (exhales)! Thank goodness Greg is finally up here.
Some boxes from the shelf on her right fall down near her, and scare her.
Voice: (laughing)! …
Amaya: (whispering to herself) Calm down. Greg will come to this door eventually.
Greg: Found you, Connor.
Connor: (laughs)…
She hears Greg finding Connor, and is even more relieved.
Voice: BOO!
Amaya: (gasps)!
Connor comes out from under the bed, and they hear her gasp.
Connor: What was that?
She's decided that she's had enough. So, she starts banging on the door to get their attention, and it works.
Amaya: Greg!? Connor!? Can you guys hear me?
Greg: Amaya?
Connor: (gasps)!
They go over to the closet door.
Amaya: Guys; please, get me out of here! The door's locked, and this closet is really dark and creepy.
Greg: Someone must've locked her in there.
Connor: Not me. I was hiding in here, and I didn't even bother to touch this door.
Greg: Let's just get her out.
Greg turns the lock above the knob, and tries opening the door, but no luck.
Greg: Huh? It didn't work.
Connor: Let me try.
Connor turns the lock on the knob, and tries to open the door, but that didn't work either.
Connor: This door won't open no matter how we unlock it.
Amaya: What do you mean it won't open?!
Connor: Sorry, Amaya. But, I think the locks are jammed.
Amaya: Oh, no! Now, how am I going to get out of here?
Connor: Don't worry. We'll ask Ms. Zane for help.
Greg: We'll be right back.
The boys head downstairs, and she waits for them in fear.
Voice: (eerily whispering) You thought you were scared before? Well, take this as a warning: Be prepared to be REALLY scared! (laughing crazily)!
Just like that; all the boxes and clothes fell off the shelves and racks. And, then; they start to float, and switch to each shelf and rack continuously. This did it for her. She was completely stricken with fear. That same something that took the boys' wristbands comes out of the blue, takes her wristband, and, of course, she doesn't even notice; because she's too scared. A big, scary, ghost-like face appears in front of her, and starts laughing at her maniacally.
Amaya: (screaming)!
Everyone in the lodge heard her screams.
Ms. Zane: What was that?
The two boys come into the lunch-room.
Both boys: Ms. Zane!
Ms. Zane: Is something wrong?
Connor: Yes! Amaya's locked in the closet upstairs.
Greg: We tried to get her out, but the locks to the door are jammed.
Everyone else: (gasps)!
Ms. Zane: That's horrible! I'll need some tools to get her out.
The cook comes into the room with a bag of tools.
Cook: I overheard the entire conversation. Here you go.
He gives her the tool-bag.
Ms. Zane: Thank you. Now, children; stay down here while I get Amaya out.
Connor: Can we please come with you, Ms. Zane?
Greg: Yeah. Amaya's our friend and cabin mate, and we want to make sure she's alright.
Ms. Zane: … Ok.
They head back upstairs with Ms. Zane.
Amaya was panicking a lot more, and she started banging on the door again.
Amaya: Connor?! … Greg?! … Ms. Zane?! … ANYBODY?! …
The boys and Ms. Zane come into the bedroom.
Ms. Zane: Don't worry, Amaya. I'm going to get you out.
She takes out a Phillips head screw driver, and unscrews the hinges.
Ms. Zane: Now, you just have to push open the door. Trust me.
Amaya: Ok.
She pushes the door open, and falls on her face as she comes out.
Both boys: Amaya!
They go over to her, and pick her up.
Greg: We were so worried about you when we heard you screaming.
Connor: Are you alright?
Amaya: (eyes closed, and panting) It's… (pants) So dark… (pants) Everything's… (pants) Moving…
Ms. Zane looks inside the closet.
Ms. Zane: What a mess! What happened in there?
Amaya: (panting)… Make it stop… (pants) Make it stop… (pants) Please, make it stop…
Greg: Calm down, Amaya. You're out of that closet.
Connor: You can open your eyes now.
She opens her eyes, and the two boys are a blur to her.
Amaya: Oh, no! I can't see! Everything's blurry!
Connor looks down, and sees her glasses on the floor.
Connor: Oh. Hold on a second.
He picks up her glasses, and puts them onto her. She can now clearly see the two boys standing in front of her.
Greg: See? We're here, and we've got you.
She shares a group hug with them, and starts crying on Connor's shoulder. They immediately comfort her.
Connor: It's okay, Amaya. It's okay. You're okay.
Greg: Yeah. It's over.
Ms. Zane: Poor thing. You'll feel better when snack time comes.
Amaya: (sniff)… Thank you, Ms. Zane.
The four of them walk back downstairs.
Greg: So, what happened in there?
Amaya: I don't want to talk about it now.
Connor: Ok. Can we talk about it later?
Amaya: Alright.
Both her friends give her a pat on the shoulder, and that makes her feel better, even though she was still somewhat traumatized.
And, that was chapter four. Poor Amaya. I think her experience was the worst. I mean, I know something grabbed Greg in the woods, and Connor almost drowned in the lake, but what she saw in the closet was terrifying, especially for a six-year old. Plus, being in a dark closet that's locked can add a sense of claustrophobia. By the way, Bon4tide; I hope you liked what I did with the glasses thing. Just don't expect me to use it as a running gag for my stories, or use it all the time please. Also, I really hope that the people at Entertainment One have added extra episodes to season one of PJ Masks, and maybe a movie special while we wait for season two. Anyway; tell me what you all thought of this chapter in your reviews. I'm still waiting for my package to come, and I'm still working on the rest of this story. Bye, guys.