Karen knew "Gunga Din" by heart, but she kept silent as he proceeded. He messed up the middle badly. Nobody seemed to notice, though.
"Bravo!" Scott called, clapping as he finished. "Benny, why don't you do one?"
The boy shrugged. He glanced shyly at Karen.
"Come on," she urged him.
"Well. Is The Raven' okay?"
"Great! I love Poe."
Benny leaned forward on his rock, and set his empty cup on the ground between his feet. "Well, here goes." He began to recite the poem in a low, ominous voice. When the raven spoke, he screeched its "Nevermore" like a demented parrot.
Rose giggled. Heather elbowed her for silence.
Benny ignored them. He spoke slowly, a haunted look on his firelit face as if he'd become the lonely, tormented man of the poem. He grew frenzied, then furious. " 'Quit the bust above my door!' " he cried out. " 'Take thy beak from out my heart and take thy form from off my door!' "
When he finished, there was silence. Everyone looked a bit stunned. Until he stood up, grinning, and bowed. Everyone clapped. Even Rose. Even Julie.
"Terrific," Karen told him. "That was great!"
"Do you know some others?" Rose asked.
"Maybe," he said. "Maybe tomorrow night."
"Let's tell stories," Julie suggested. "Anybody know a really scary one?"
"How about 'The Hook'?" Nick asked.
Rose wrinkled her nose. "That's an old one."
"I could tell you something," Karen said, "that happened to a friend of mine. It happened just a few years ago when she was camping with some friends — not very far from here."
Heather's eyes widened. She looked frightened already. Flash leaned forward, took a burning stick from the fire, and lit a cigar. Benny turned to face Karen.
"We don't want to give the kids nightmares," Scott told her, smiling.
"I'd better not tell it."
"Come on," Nick said.
"Yeah," Julie said. "You can't quit now."
"Well . . . they were camping in the mountains not far from here. It was a cold night, with the wind howling and moaning through the trees. Sandy — that was her name — sat close to the campfire with her two friends, Audrey and Doreen. I would've been along, but I'd sprained my ankle a few days earlier and had to stay home. Lucky for me, as it turned out."
"Is this really a true story?" Benny asked.
"Let her talk," Julie said.
Karen leaned closer to the fire. She felt its heat on her face, the cold on her back. "The three of them huddled close around the fire to keep the cold away. They sang and told ghost stories, none of them wanting to leave the fire's cheery warmth. Slowly the flames dwindled. Sandy put on the last piece of firewood. Soon, that, too, was nearly gone. 'Well,' Sandy said, 'why don't we hit the sack?' The others were against it, though. They'd frightened themselves so much with the ghost stories that the tent, off in the darkness, looked like a creepy shadow.
" 'What if someone's hiding inside?' Doreen asked.
" 'Oh, that's ridiculous,' Sandy said."
Karen glanced at Benny. He was staring, wide-eyed, at his tent across the clearing.
"Well, they decided to stay up for a while longer. But the fire was nearly dead, only a few flickers still lapping around the charred remains of wood. If they were going to stay up till their jitters passed, they would have to replenish the supply of firewood. Since nobody wanted to go alone into the dark woods around the campsite, they decided to all go together.
"But they had no flashlight. The flashlight was in the tent. 'I'm not going in there,' Doreen said.
" 'Me either,' Audrey said.
"Sandy was frightened, too, by this time, but she told herself it was silly. So she volunteered to get the flashlight. She left Audrey and Doreen sitting by the fire, and crossed the dark clearing toward the tent. She crouched in front of it. Her heart was pounding like crazy, but she wasn't about to let herself be scared off. Then she got an idea that made her grin. She almost laughed, but kept quiet and lifted the tent flap. Inside, it was as black as a cave. She almost lost her nerve, but took a deep breath and crawled in.
"Suddenly, she screamed. She screamed again, a piercing shriek of terror so loud it made her ears hurt. 'No!' she cried out. 'No! Please! NOT And then she let out a howl of horror and agony that made her own flesh crawl."
"What was it?" Benny whispered. "What got her?"
"Not a thing," Karen answered. "This was Sandy's idea of a practical joke. Like lots of practical jokes, though, this one backfired. Once she was done screaming, she found the flashlight. She crawled out of the tent, all set to yuck it up about the great gag she'd pulled on her friends. But they were gone."
"She scared 'em off," Nick said.
"That's what Sandy thought. She walked around the clearing, calling out to them. 'Hey you guys!' she yelled. 'I was kidding! Come on back!' But they didn't come back.
"Sandy sat by the campfire. Only a glow remained, by now, and she was cold. 'Come on,' she finally called. 'Enough is enough.' But Audrey and Doreen still didn't return.
"At last, she left the campsite and walked into the dark woods, calling out for her friends. With each step, she half expected the girls to leap out at her screaming, to pay her back for the scare. But they didn't. She kept searching, wandering farther and farther from the camp.
"Finally, she spotted them in a moonlit clearing. They stood motionless as she hurried toward them. 'What're you doing way out here?' she asked. They didn't answer. They didn't speak a word. When she reached them, she stared. She began to whimper.
"The two figures wore the clothes of Doreen and Audrey, but the arms and legs were made of sticks. They were scarecrows with heads of bloody fur.''
"Yuck," Rose muttered.
"Somehow, Sandy found her way back to the camp.
She sat by the dead fire. The wind moaned around her. She stared into the darkness. She waited and waited. Audrey and Doreen never returned."
"Never?" Benny asked.
"Never. Some hikers wandered into camp a couple of days later and found Sandy still sitting there, her wide eyes gazing into the woods as if looking for her lost friends."
"What did happen?" Nick asked. "To Audrey and Doreen?"
"Search parties looked everywhere for them. They were never found. Nobody will ever know what became of them after they ran out into the woods that night. Maybe it's best that way."
There was silence. Heather peered over her shoulder. Rose leaned closer to the fire.
"On that cheerful note," Flash said, "I think it's about time to call it a night."
Chapter Nine__________
Hey," Nick said. "I'm gonna sleep under the stars tonight. You want to?" "That'd be neat. I'll have to ask Dad first." Turning around, Julie spotted him with Karen and Benny. The three were heading away from the campsite, apparently on their way to the stream. "Wait up!" she called, and ran after them. She quickly caught up with her father. "Can I sleep outside tonight?" she asked.
"Do you have a choice?"
"I mean by the fire. Instead of in the tent. Nick's gonna sleep out, too."
"Just the two of you?"
"I don't know." She sighed. "Jeez, Dad, we're not gonna do anything. I hardly even know the guy."
"I wasn't thinking about that. Now that you mention it, though ..."
"Dad."
He laughed softly. "No, it's fine with me."
"Great!" She whirled away and rushed to tell Nick. She found him crouching over his backpack, pulling out his sleeping bag. "It's okay," she told him.
"Fantastic."
"Meet you by the fire."
Well away from the campsite, in the woods beyond her tent, she brushed her teeth and washed her face using water from her plastic bottle. As she capped the bottle, she heard a quiet crunching sound. Not far away. A footstep?
Holding her breath, she stared through the trees. She saw only black trunks, bushes, a few dim clusters of stone.
Nobody's t
here, she told herself.
Still, she felt exposed standing in a bright patch of moonlight. With a sidestep, she moved into the dark. She listened. She heard only the breeze in the treetops, the quiet lapping sound of the lake, a few indistinct voices from the camp.
"Damn story," she muttered. Karen's story, and nothing more, was responsible for her jitters. "Wasn't even scary," she said.
But as she lowered her pants and squatted, she scanned the darkness. Ridiculous. Dumb story. She was a jerk to let it bother her.
Here I am, a jerk. Staring into the woods like a fool, half expecting Audrey and Doreen to dash by. Dumb.
She stared and shivered. This was taking forever. Why the hell had she drunk so much coffee?
Finally, she finished. She hurried back to camp. Nick, in his sleeping bag near the fire, waved at her. "Right with you," she called.
In the darkness of her tent, she changed into the hooded warm-up suit she'd brought along for sleepwear. She put on clean wool socks, then slipped into her sneakers. She rolled her mummy bag into a loose bundle, grabbed her foam-rubber mat, and crawled outside.
Nick watched her approach. She felt self-conscious, naked under her snug jacket and pants. He can't tell, she thought. Besides, she was holding the bulky bag in front of herself.
"You ought to put down a ground cloth," he suggested.
"Yeah. I'll get my poncho." She spread out the rubber mat, piled her bag on it, and walked back across the clearing. Let him look, she thought. Nothing to see. For all he knows, she could be wearing long johns under her suit. Her uneasiness, however, was mixed with a tingle of excitement at the idea that he might be watching and wondering.
She crouched over her pack. The pants drew taut against her rump and slipped down a bit. She felt a strip of cold above the elastic band. Nick can't see. It's dark.
She took out her poncho, water bottle, and flashlight, and fastened down the cover flap for the night. Standing, she hiked up her pants. Then she returned to the fire.
"Can you use a hand?" Nick asked.
"That's okay. I'll just be a minute." She spread her poncho over a fairly smooth patch of ground several feet away from Nick's bag. He was wearing a T-shirt. "Aren't you cold?" she asked.
"Just what you can see. I'm toasty warm from there down."
"Toasty warm?"
"Snug as a bug in a rug."
"Good grief," she muttered.
Nick laughed.
Knees on the poncho, Julie straightened out her rubber pad. It was just wider than her shoulders, just long enough to cushion her from head to rump. She spread her sleeping bag over it. Sitting on the puffy surface, she pulled off her shoes. She placed them near the head of the bag, propped her water bottle between them, and slipped her flashlight inside one. Then she lowered the zipper of her bag halfway. She drew back the top as far as she could and struggled to get in, rolling onto her back and drawing up her knees nearly to her chin before she could work her feet under the edge. "Graceful, huh?"
"Yeah."
She used the inside tab to pull the zipper up. Then, nestled in warmth, she sighed.
"Okay." It was her father's voice, a short distance away. "See you in the morning."
"Bright and early," Karen answered.
" 'Night," Benny said.
"Go on ahead, I'll be right with you."
Raising her head, Julie saw Benny turn away from the adults. They walked toward Karen's tent, the one she would've been sharing with Julie. In the darkness near its front, they embraced. They kissed. Julie turned her face away.
" 'Night," Benny said as he walked by.
"Yeah," she muttered.
"Good-night," Nick said.
Dad came along a while later. At least he didn't go in the tent with her. "Sleep tight, you two," he said as he passed.
" 'Night, Dad."
"Good-night, Mr. O'Toole."
"From here on, it's Scott. Okay?"
"Sure. Good-night."
Soon Dad reached his tent. Julie heard his voice and Benny's, but she couldn't make out the words. Quiet voices also came from the tent where the twins were. They had a flashlight on, its beam making a pale disk that showed through the red wall. Julie smiled.
"Something funny?" Nick asked.
"I think that story really threw a scare into the twins."
"Yeah. They scare real easy." He scooted down until only his head was visible. "You know what'd be neat? We oughta get up and run behind their tent."
"Are you kidding?"
"It'd scare the hell out of them."
"Cold out there," Julie said. She felt cozy in her sleeping bag, but the idea of rushing through the woods with Nick sent a shiver of excitement through her.
"It'd just take a minute," he told her. In the shimmering glow of the firelight, his face looked eager.
She grinned back at him. "We'll get in trouble."
"I don't mind."
"Me either. It'd be worth it. But we've gotta do Benny, too."
"What about Karen's tent?"
"Why bother?"
"Just the two tents, then."
"Right. Let's do it."
Slowly, as if someone might be watching, they unzipped their mummy bags. Julie's throat felt tight. She clamped her teeth together to stop her chin from trembling, and sat up. As she reached for her shoes, she saw Nick swing his bare legs free of his bag. He was wearing blue shorts. Boxer underwear? No, she decided, must be gym pants. He wouldn't dare run around in nothing but his undies. "You're gonna freeze your tail off," she said in a shaky whisper.
"You're telling me." He turned toward her and started putting on his shoes.
She noticed, with a mixture of relief and disappointment, that the shorts had no fly. She caught herself trying to see up the leg holes, and quickly lowered her gaze. She stared at her shoes as she put them on.
"All set?" he asked.
Julie nodded. She stood up, feeling the cold seep into her clothes. As she tugged at the bottom of her jacket, she saw the thrust of her nipples through the tan fabric. Nick saw, too. He was staring. "Take a picture," she muttered. "It lasts longer."
He met her eyes for a moment, looking stunned and hurt, then turned away. He shook his head.
"Hey," Julie whispered.
"Never mind, let's just forget it." He knelt on his sleeping bag.
"Come on, don't chicken out on me."
"It was a dumb idea." He reached back to pull off a shoe.
Julie squeezed his shoulder. "Come on. I'm sorry. It wasn't your fault. I was a jerk."
"No you weren't."
"Hey, you can look at me all you want. I was looking at you."
"You were?"
"Sure. Come on, let's scare the crap out of everyone."
The flashlight no longer beamed through the side of the twins' tent. Julie heard no talking. "Hope they're not asleep," she whispered.
Nick took the lead, striding quietly across the clearing. They stopped beside the tent. He began to pound his feet on the earth. Julie joined in. Shoulder to shoulder, they ran in place, their shoes crunching the dry pine needles and twigs and pinecones. Through the noise, Julie heard frantic whispers from inside.
In a high, trilling voice, she called, "Helllllp meee. Pleeeease hellllp meeeee."
Screams erupted from the tent.
Nick slapped a hand across his mouth, apparently to hold in a giggle, and dashed into the trees just behind the tent. He cut to the left, Julie close on his heels. Running through the dark, with the girls still screaming, she felt a strange quivering tightness in her chest as if she needed to scream herself. They passed the tent of Nick's parents, then raced toward the rear of her father's tent.
"Helllp meee!" she called in a shrill voice. "Hellllp meeeee!"
Their feet crashed through the undergrowth.
"Pleeeease hell — "
"It's all right," came her father's voice. "Julie!" he yelled. "It's not funny!"
"It's Doreeeeen!" she cried, and rushed by.<
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As they raced for their sleeping bags, Mr. Gordon scurried out of his tent. "What the fuck's going on!" he bellowed.
Julie dived for her bag. Nick hit his, laughing, and burrowed inside.
"For Chrissake," Mr. Gordon said. "No more of that, Nick, or you're in for it." He muttered, "Infantile."
Peering out of her sleeping bag, Julie saw him crouch at the entrance of the twins' tent. "It's all right, girls," he said in a loud voice. "Just a couple of morons."
"He called me a moron!" Julie whispered.
She heard Nick laugh.
Scott listened to Benny's slow, deep breathing. Finally asleep. About time. Julie's stunt had thrown quite a shock into him, keeping him awake for a long while afterward.
Good old Karen. She really opened a can of worms with that story of hers.
Good old Karen.
He opened the side of his bag so slowly that the zipper popped open with quiet, individual clicks. Then he silently climbed out.
If Benny wakes up, he thought, I'll just tell him that nature is calling. Won't even be a lie; nature is calling.
Naked except for his jockey shorts, he shivered as he crawled to the foot of his sleeping bag. He relaxed his muscles, and the shaking stopped. That's it. Calm. Stay calm. He opened the mosquito screen and crept through the opening. On hands and knees, he scanned the camp. The fire was out. Except for a few pale tatters of moonlight, the area was dark. The two sleeping bags were black bulges near the low stone circle of the fireplace.
He stood up and brushed off his knees. Then he walked quickly to Karen's tent. He unzipped the front and crawled in. Her sleeping bag was stretched lengthwise along the right-hand side. Her face was a vague blur at the far end. Her breathing was slow and steady.
He lay down on the cold floor of the tent, and kissed one of her closed eyes. She moaned. "It's me," he whispered.
"Mmmm." She rolled onto her back.
Scott found the zipper at the side of her bag, eased it down, and slid his arm into the warmth. He touched her. She was wearing something loose and thick and soft. A sweatshirt? His hand moved over it, feeling her heat through the fabric, feeling the smooth curves of her belly and ribs and breasts.
Without warning, a hand grabbed his wrist. "Password?" came a whisper.
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