I waIlked stiffly toward the huge field, carefully watching Miss Friesen’s bobbing flashlight up ahead. Oh, and by the way, my name is Annabel, and I am terrified of the dark. Anyway, back to the story. I stumbled on some rocks, and then crossed the stream.  

       Out in the field, surrounded by thick patches of trees, I could make out lumps shaped like hay bales. I shivered against the damp air as we walked to our home base bale. I jumped on the soft, scratchy hay .I sneezed as a cloud of dust formed around my head.          

          Suddenly, Miss Friesen screamed,” Snipers are you ready?” “A faint no   answered”. Then she got us all to yell, “Snipers are you ready?” “A louder yes replied”. I peered off in the distance. Goosebumps of fear appeared under my sweater. And no, they weren’t from the fact that I am scared of the dark. Where those red eyes glaring down on us from the hill? I rubbed my eyes then looked again.  Nothing . I laughed quietly to myself. I was letting Mr. Crowe’s story get to me.                

        Grabbing my ticket, I crouched down and crawled in between my two best friends, Jocelyn and Julia, my two best friends. A few minutes later, we crawled right through a patch of prickly thistles. “Ouch!” I mumbled quietly. Just then, a sniper’s flashlight swept over our heads. I quickly flattened myself right in the middle of the prickly grass and thistles.              

        I was about to move when a hand reached out of the darkness and grabbed my foot. I screamed, trying to shake the hand off my foot. The hand calmly asked me for my ticket.                

Reluctantly, Julia who had also been caught walked back with me.  Julia suddenly disappeared into the darkness! I slumped down in the grass nervously.                 

      “Why does this always happen to me?” I wailed. Then I started to walk around, stumbling through the darkness, looking for someone to help me.           

       Suddenly, I bumped into someone or something. I sighed with relief. Oh, I wish I could take that back.              

         Why, you ask? Because I stared right up into the blood red eyes of the bear like creature of Mr. Crowe’s story! It took a lumbering step toward me. I was petrified with fear….