downloadThat night, I tried to get comfortable on the sofa bed but ended up back in the recliner where I had napped that afternoon. Nonetheless, I still dreamed taking up for the last one ended.

camp sumac 1979

We, the entire girls section, gathered in the dining hall for the nights activity which Comprised of  different  activities and presentations of what it means to be a girl. My group was being led by Michelle, a senior girl’s counsellor and a junior girl’s counsellor. Michelle got things started with the group and then signalled for me to go into my attack

Right on cue,  “ACH that hurts!” I screamed holding my stomach.

Everyone in my group was looking at me as well as some from nearby groups. Michelle came over and asked, “what’s wrong Carolyn?”

I grimaced “not sure, but the been in pain since the.” I managed to say

“was it something you ate?” She inquired, concerned

“again, I’m not sure but it really hurts. OW! Please, I really think I need to go to the nurse.”

Michelle nodded at me and then yelled for Janet.

“I’m going to have to take Carrie to the nurse. She’s in pain.” Michelle stated

Janet shook her head. I’ll take her. You have a group to run.” She said with venom.

I shook my head “no, please I know Michelle. She was my count for last year I’d be more comfortable with her.”

Janet just stood there looking at us “fine, but don’t take all night. Really you should suck it up Carolyn you look fine.

“Honestly I’m not.” I said as I held onto my stomach a little bit tighter

Michelle just glared at Janet “you have some compassion?” If something happens to her and we didn’t take her to the nurse wouldn’t be in trouble with her parents. You really want that on your conscience Janet?”

Janet shot Michelle a dirty look but Michelle stood her ground and we left via the Junior boys entrance close by. I was still holding my stomach for dramatic effect and Michelle had her arm around my waist as if to help me walk. Once we were out of sight of the dining hall we broke into a run after giving up the façade that I was ill. We took a shortcut by the nurses having which led us to the area behind the outdoor chapel. Right away, we noticed the smell.

I truly was about to be sick for real. “EW gross! What is a horrible smell?” I asked pulling my sweatshirt up over my nose.

Michelle did the same “then said “that I believe is eau de decomposing body. You were right Carrie somebody is buried here!” I need you to go to the nurses station after all.” She said

“what are you going to do?” I asked fighting the urge to puke.

“The caretaker lives not too far from here I’m going to run to his house that way he can contact the owner of the camp and get the police over here. Come on, quickly go. I have a funny feeling that Janet didn’t believe a bit of our acts if she goes looking for us at the nurse’s station she’s going to be even more suspicious.”

I did as I was told. I managed to make it to the nurse’s station and went to my act again but in reality, I really was feeling horrible and not just because of the bad smell. What I had seen and heard that night was very real. That means there was someone’s child buried beside the chapel, and they had no idea she was dead.  Tears were running down my face, so I was able to convince the nurse that I was indeed feeling under the weather.

That night, all hell broke loose at camp sumac. The police were everywhere digging around the body however, Janet Parsons was nowhere to be found.

I woke up with a start. The pieces of what happened were coming back to me bit by bit. I was right! There had been a murder I hadn’t just imagined it.




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I am a writer, blogger and radio host. I love to read and my love of books has lead me down this path. People tell me I write like Janet Evanovich. I take that as a compliment as I love her Plum books. I feel like Stephanie and Laura could be best friends.
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