Contest story by Taylor Perry
Once there were five boys out camping.

There names are Thief, Black mage Fighter, Red mage. And White mage.

They were all in there bed WHEN they all herd a loud crash.

“What was that” Thief whispered.

“I don’t know go look” Wight mage said.

So Fighter went out of the tent to see what made the sound.

Five minutes have past.

Fighter has not come back yet and Black mage was starting to worry and went to look for him.

They herd some one yell “HELLP” so they went to see what happened.

Black mage was petrified, in front of him was Fighter’s body with a wooden stick in him.

“BLACK MAGE” yelled Thief “lets get out of here.”

So all of them started to run to find the path .

Red mage tripped on a tree root, Wight mage fell behind.

Black mage and Thief got out of the woods.

The three who were left in the woods were never seen again.

But I can say that the voices are still herd to this very day!!!!