Free 45 - Ghost Camp by R.L. Stine - (ebook by Undead) Page B

smoke.”
    “We’re not going away,” Elvis added, moving close to my brother. “In fact,
we’re coming closer. A lot closer.”
    “I’m taking over your mind,” Lucy whispered to me. “I’m going to escape Camp
Spirit Moon inside your mind and body.”
    “Nooo! No—please!” I protested.
    I tried to back up. But the other ghost campers had me trapped.
    “You can’t! I won’t let you!” I shrieked to Lucy, frozen in terror.
    “Go away!” Alex shouted at Elvis.
    The woods darkened as clouds swept over the moon. All around me, the ghostly
eyes appeared to glow brighter.
    I saw Elvis reach for my brother.
    And then my view was blocked by Lucy. She floated up. Up off the ground. Up
over me.
    “No! Stay away! Stay away!” I screamed.
    But I felt my hair tingle.
    I felt the cold sweep down over me. Down, down.
    I felt Lucy’s ghostly cold. Felt her slipping into my mind.
    Slipping down, down. Taking over.
    And I knew I couldn’t escape.

 
 
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    “Get away, Lucy. I’m going first!” I heard a voice shout.
    “No way!” a boy cried. “Move out of the way. Uncle Marv said I could be
first!”
    I could feel the cold sweep up from my body. I opened my eyes—and saw Lucy
back on the ground.
    Other kids tugged her away.
    “Let go of me!” Lucy screamed, pulling back. “I saw him first!”
    “Finders keepers!” another ghostly girl cried.
    They are fighting over me, I realized.
    They pulled Lucy away. And now they’re fighting to see who will take over my
mind.
    “Hey—let go!” I heard a ghostly girl cry. I saw her wrestling with another
girl.
    The ghosts were wrestling and fighting, shoving and clawing at each other. I
saw the counselors join the fight.
    “Stop this! Stop this!” Uncle Marv bellowed.
    He tried to pull the fighting campers apart.
    But they ignored him and continued to battle.
    And as I stared in horror, they began to spin around me. Faster and faster. A
ghostly circle of wrestling, fighting, shrieking campers. Boys and girls,
counselors and Uncle Marv, spinning, struggling, clawing.
    Faster. Faster.
    They spun around and around my brother and me.
    Until they became a swirl of white light.
    And then the light faded. Faded to gray smoke.
    Wisps of smoke that floated to the trees. And disappeared in the trembling
branches.
    Alex and I stood watching until the last wisp of smoke had floated away.
    “They’re gone,” I choked out. “They fought each other. And they’re gone. All
of them.”
    I shook my head. I drew in a deep breath of fresh air.
    My heart was still pounding. My whole body trembled.
    But I was okay. Alex and I were okay.
    “Are they really gone?” Alex asked in a tiny voice.
    “Yes. Let’s go,” I said, taking his arm. “Come on. Hurry. Let’s get away from
here.”
    He followed me eagerly. “Where are we going?”
    “To the highway,” I said. “We’ll walk past the camp to the highway. And we’ll
stop the first car that comes by. We’ll get to a phone. We’ll call Mom and Dad.”
    I slapped my brother on the back. “We’ll be okay, Alex!” I cried happily.
“We’ll be home before you know it!”
    We walked quickly through the woods. Pushing bushes and weeds out of the way.
Making our own path.
    As we made our way to the highway, Alex started to hum a song to himself.
    “Whoa!” I cried. “Alex, what’s wrong?”
    “Huh?” He stared at me in surprise.
    I stopped and held him in place. “Sing that again,” I ordered.
    He sang a little more.
    Horrible! His singing was horrible. Totally off-key and sour.
    I stared hard into my brother’s eyes. “Elvis—is that you in there?”
I cried.
    Elvis’ voice came out of Alex’s mouth. “Please, Harry, don’t tell,” he
begged. “I swear I’ll never sing again—if you promise not to tell!”
     
     
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