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Post by lola j fitzpatrick on Jun 21, 2011 19:12:04 GMT -5
In the few days that Lola had been in Camp Tamakwaa, she'd spent most of her time, right here, in the pool table area. She was really, really good at betting money, and winning at pool.
Today, it'd been rainy, so she'd trekked to the lodge, and was currently playing pool, with some friends of hers. She was about halfway into her shot, when the power flickered. Thankfully, it didn't stay out long. But, it had stayed out long enough for her to be a little freaked.
By now, she'd heard all the stories of this place. Camp Blood, they called it in town. The murders and whatnot. She was a little afraid, but she quickly reminded herself that it was just to hype up the camp, publicity maybe.
That was until she caught the care taker looking her up and down. He was a creepy man, stood about 6'5 and had this vacant stare.
It just so happened, the lights went out, again. With a scream, Lola felt someone touch her back. When the lights came on, she blushed embarassedly. She'd jumped into someone's lap, on a nearby couch.
She smiled sheepishly and said I am so, so sorry. It's just the dark, and that story they told us at campfire last night."
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