The Thompson Adventure
Ethan (age 7)
Clarksville
Elementary
One day I was getting ready for camping. The night before, there was a twister in Malone, where
my grandfather lives. My sister invited her friend Carli to go camping with us. When we got there, there were swings in our
campsite. We went to the swings in our campsite with my dog. Her name is Taylor.
When my Mom and Dad were done setting up the camper, we went to the beach. I went fishing with
my Dad. I caught a fat chub.
When it was nighttime, we had a fire. Then it started to rain. The wind picked up. We got in the
car. The radio said there would be five to ten mile per hour winds, but they were sixty miles per hour! I was scared. The
tents next to us flipped and flopped around and blew away.
A half-hour later, the wind slowed down. Then we quickly ran into the camper and told scary stories.
Here’s one of them:
Once there was a little girl who went downstairs and saw a woman sitting on the couch.
The little girl sat down next to the woman. The little girl fell asleep. When she woke up, the strange woman was gone. The
little girl asked her mother where the woman went. Her mother said, "there was no woman here." The Mom researched about the
house and found out a woman died on that couch. That woman was a ghost!
In the morning, I climbed up a tree. I waved to everybody who walked by. My sister called me the
social bunny. I waited for my friend. When he got there, I jumped out of the tree with a big stick in my hand. My friend Christian
jumped back and said "hi!" We played on the swings. Then we went to the beach. I took a picture of a fish. The picture was
blurry. Then we went to the woods. We saw fox footprints. I got snapped by a crayfish. It hurt! Then I got stuck in the mud.
It was a foot deep. Christian pulled me out with a stick. When I got out, we played cops and robbers at our campsite. We had
another fire with s’mores and made them another way, just chocolate and marshmallows!
Later, we went back to the playground to play tag. I sprained my ankle! So we went back to the
campsite. We told more scary stories by the fire, but we were out of s’mores.
Here’s another
scary story: Once, after my cat died, I went into my basement. When I came up, I felt a cat rubbing my legs. I put some
cat food in the basement. When I went back down, the cat food was gone, but I never saw a cat! It must have been a ghost!
When we were done telling scary stories, my friend Christian went home. Then we went to bed. When
I woke up, I wanted to go to the beach, but we had to go home. So I went for a short walk, and we went home.
The End
