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Charlie Santana

8 August, 18:17

After a day of hiking through the woods, we set up a camp near a small stream. As the sun set, we gathered around the campfire to make a modest dinner. "Who has a ghost story to tell?" Heather asked, filling up our plates with lumpy macaroni and cheese. "Oh come on," Mina laughed. "Aren't we a little old for ghost stories?" "I have one," Nicole said. "It's about an old man who used to live in a cabin in this part of the woods. Only this isn't a made-up story."