Nightmare in Maine~

Nightmare in Maine~

A Story by Mara-J
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A group of teenagers are out hiking in Maine when it starts to rain. Three of them find shelter, but the other one doesn't come back...

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            It was a dark day out in Maine when my friends and I were on a hiking trip. This day, I will never forget. It was one of the most tragic days my friends and I have ever faced. This day, was the day we lost our greatest friend ever five years ago. Her name was Tori, and she was the best person we’ve known. I can still remember it like it was yesterday. It went a little something like this…

            “God, it sure is dark out, Sammi. Shouldn’t we get back to the campsite or something?” my very whiny friend, Elizabeth asked. “I think it’s gonna rain soon, and I am NOT prepared to get drenched.” My extremely stubborn friend, Jack, stepped in. “Oh, would you just shut up!? All you’ve been doing ever since we got here was whine!   “Now enjoy yourself, okay? We won’t get rained on!” Elizabeth got annoyed. “Well, excuse me! I don’t feel like getting rained on, okay? I hate getting wet!” Soon it turned into a, what seemed like, five hour argument. Just then, our good friend, Tori, broke up the fight. “Guys, lets all just get along and have a good time. There’s nothing to worry about.” Boy was she wrong. About 8 minutes later, it was a torrential downpour. “Oh come on! Seriously?”, I yelled. “Oh, I guess it was gonna rain after all!” Tori giggled. “Well, nobody’s perfect.” I smiled as Elizabeth and I hugged her. “Hey wait, Sammi! There’s a cave over there!” yelled Jack. “Awesome! Lets go before all of my clothes get soaked.”, said Elizabeth. “I’ll meet up with you guys in a second, okay? I think I dropped my cell phone somewhere back there.” said Tori. “That’s fine. Meet up with us when you find it!” exclaimed Jack. We finally got into the cave and sat down on the cold, hard floor. “Boy, it’s raining pretty badly out there.” I said. It was about an hour that we’ve been sitting in the cave. Elizabeth was looking around frantically. “What’s your problem? Forgot something?” asked Jack. “No. No I didn’t. But where’s Tori? She hasn’t come back yet…”

            We got up quickly and started running around the cave in search of Tori. “Man, we better find her soon, girls. It’s getting dark out already.” said Jack. “Oh, god, no! We can’t lose Tori! She’s, like, my best friend ever!” cried Elizabeth. “Do something, Sammi!” I took a peek outside. It was, unfortunately, still raining. “Well guys, I think we’ve all gotta go look for her out there.” I said. “Cool with me. You in, Elizabeth?” Elizabeth looked hesitant, yet determined. “Yeah, okay. But only ‘cause she’s my friend.” We all ran out of the cave and started calling for her. Then, we heard a scream. “That sounded like Tori, guys. We can’t be too far.” I said, anxiously. We ran deeper into the dark, rainy woods. Just then, I saw Jack pick something up. “What is that Jack?” asked Elizabeth. “Oh my god. It’s a…it’s a knife. It’s a knife covered in blood!” cried Jack. We ran around the area in which Jack picked up the gory knife and kept screaming for Tori. “We’re never gonna find her, guys.” I said sadly. Elizabeth started to cry. You couldn’t really tell what were tears and what were just mere raindrops. “Sammi, I’m not gonna give up on my friend. We’ve got to-“Elizabeth stopped. Suddenly we heard Jacks voice. “Uh, hey guys? I think you should look at this.” We sprinted over to where Jack was and gasped. It was Tori’s body laying there on the ground. Blood was everywhere; and suddenly we knew, that the knife Jack was holding was used to kill our best friend.

            So I have now told you the heart-wrenching story of our day in the forest 5 years ago on that dark and rainy day. My two other friends, Jack and Elizabeth, haven’t brought up this tragedy ever since we had to tell the police about what happened to our friend about two days after we discovered her body. We have all been mourning her death up to this day; and all I want to say is we love you Tori. You will never be forgotten.

© 2010 Mara-J


Author's Note

Mara-J
Yet again, this is another one I used for a school paper. I exceeded the page amount for the project because I couldn't stop writing! I hope you enjoy this!

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Thank you very much. I'm so glad you like my writing. Yes, I understand this needed work. Wasn't too focused on the story itself, I guess.

Posted 14 Years Ago


I liked this very much. Although you could have used better wording and details, its good. i like all your writing

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Mara-J
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My name is Marijean, but I prefer to be called Mara-J. I am 13 years of age and I, obviously, love to write stories. Not only that, I also love writing poetry and drawing. Anything that helps me expre.. more..

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