I ran through the woods as fast as my little legs could carry me. Sunlight streamed through the branches high above me, warming my already sunburnt face. I jumped over rocks and logs, not bothering to stick to the path.
"Don't go far!" my dad yelled out in the wrong direction behind me. "Stay in sight of the camp!" I tried to roll my eyes like the big kids do, only succeeding in crossing them to look at my red nose.
"Ok Daddy!" I shouted back as loud as I could. I turned and kept running until I could barely see our green and yellow tent. I stopped to catch my breath, as that iswhat you are supposed to do when you run a long time. Bent over so that I could almost touch my toes, breathing as hard and loud as one could breathe, I noticed the coolest thing ever in the history of the universe.
A cave. Awesome!
I ran over to the huge opening in the seemingly enormousbluff we'd set up camp beside. I turned, struggling to see our tent through the woods. There! I could still see it! I wasn't to far!
Slowly I tiptoed in. "Any bears in here?" I asked, just to make sure I wasn't disturbing one. You never know, one might decide to hibernate early, as to escape the hot June sun. It had already sunburnt me...
When I got no answer, I decided it must be safe. I walked to the very back, which wasn't very far. I could still see the outside from the back wall. Small cave, I thought disappointedly.
I felt something nudge my toe through my strap-on sandals. A small triangle shaped rock. Wait a sec, an arrowhead!
I bend down to pick it up, rolling it around in my dirty hands. No, not an arrowhead, I concluded after examining it. Just a rock.
I dropped the rock back onto the cave floor. Oh well. I turned around, ready to go back to camp and have some delicious cheese sandwiches, when I saw the scariest thing ever in the entire world.
There was a face on the wall. Not a person's face, but a painting. And it didn't look normal. It was all red and messed up, made out of different shapes and colors. The cheeks were square and red, the eyes big green circles. My dad would call it a "Native American spirit mask." I called it creepy.
The temperature in the cave seemed to drop from dry and super hot down to freezing. Goose bumps popped up all along my arms and neck. Ok, this was getting really scary!
I turned and ran for the opening. Once I was outside, I promptly tripped on a root. Scurrying around onto my back and crap walking away as fast as I could, I saw the back of the cave. The face was gone. Even scarier, someone was there.
The person was a big shadow, he didn't really have a body. Just a shadow. And he was pointing at me.
I ran back to camp as fast as I could.
And I never did tell anyone about the face on the wall...
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