Horror 6

when i was 10 me and my classmates went on a school trip to a camping site in cornwall, where we were staying for 5 days. i shared a cabin with my best friend lydia, and my other friends gemma, lucy and kirsty. We ended up in, guess what; cabin 13. Me and my friends were outraged. We didn’t want to stay in the unlucky cabin, but there were other classes there as well and it was too late to change everyone around. So, we had to stay in number 13. That night when we were sleeping in our room I woke up suddenly. I wasn’t sure, but I thought I heard someone banging on the window and calling for me. I awoke Lydia (shes really easy to wake up) because I couldnt get myself to go to the window alone. As too not wake the others, me and Lydia tiptoed to the window and looked outside. No-one was there, and Lydia was a little angry at me for waking her up for nothing, so we went back into our beds. Lydia easily fell asleep in seconds, but all I could do was close my eyes and shiver. I was sure I wasn’t imaging. The way the banging and calling was sounded too real to be fake. I wondered if some silly kid was playing a trick on me. But we were only allowed out in till nine o’ clock, and it was 11 o’ clock at the time (i looked at my watch to make sure). Maybe a little child staying in one of the cabins had lost track of the time and was just joking around? But it was really dark outside. Surely a child at any age wasn’t brave enough to be outside in a strange field at 11 o’ clock at night? Just to make sure, I decided to stay by the window just in case the “child” came again. It was quite a while, and I was just about to go back to bed, before I heard footsteps outside. I peered outside the window, and saw a little girl standing outside the cabin. Her hair was short and brunette, straight at the top up curly at the bottom. She was wearing a little summer dress and small black shoes, with a woven basket in one hand. Inside the basket it was chock filled full of apples. As I watched her silently she reached into her basket and pulled out a apple. Then she threw the apple right at the window, a red apple with yellow patches. When the apple hit the window, it gave a violent bang. Then, to my fright, I heard the little girl say, “Rebecca…would you like a apple?” She rumaged around in her bag again, then pulled out another apple, covered in bumps, bruises and cuts. Then, to my disgust, she ate the apple. After she had finished, her body started to shake frightfully. It shook and shook and shook in till she stopped. As I looked at her, I realised her face had changed. Her hair was sticking all over the place, unlike the calm, perfect hairstyle it used to be. But her face was the scariet. Her calm, brown eyes had turned firey red and round, her mouth was streched into a wide grin, and her teeth were large and pointed. Her cheeks were bright red, almost the same color of blood, and she had grown bulged in her arms and claws on her finger tips. Then, she gave a evil laugh, turned round, and ran away on all fours. Shaking with fear, I saw her run out of the camping site and into the dark streets. I ran frantically to my bed, got in it, and immedietley fell asleep. Every night I had nightmares about the little girl. She would be fine at first, looking exactly how I had seen her look the first time. But then, she would eat the same apple every time, and turn into her other form. Then she’d pull back her head and laugh madly and demonically, then rush away as if in a hurry…on the last day when we were going home I was very relived. I didn’t want to stay another night in that cabin. When we were just about to leave on the bus, kirsty remembered she left something in the bedroom. When she returned, she said she left the basket of apples on my bed, if they were mine. what basket of apples? the teachers asked. The one that I found in the bathroom this morning kirsty replied…