Back at cabin fifteen, Chelsea was pacing back and forth, Molly was freaking out, Tony was reading a book about spying and freeing captives, Andy was writing his will, and Drew was, well, gone. Or at least that's what everyone thought.
At nine o'clock sharp, a knock came from the door. The four kids rushed into defenses they had made, basicly just tables and chairs on their sides, and in their hands there were kitchen knives, metal rods, and clubs. Tony went up to the door and opened it. He quickly ran behind his defense and turned around just in time to see the person standing at the door fall to the ground. The four came out from their defenses and made a circle around the body. Molly almost screamed when she looked moe carefully at the body. There was a knife in it's back
The body was wereing all black. Andy pulled back the hood. It was Tony!!!!!!!!
"But how are you dead when you're standing right here?" Andy asked.
"I don't know," Tony replied. "Well, it's no dummy, it's real."
"I came to this camp for fun, not for a murder and a kidnapping mystery," Chelsea complained.
Molly was not involed in this conversation. She was to busy looking outside to see if she could get any idea of where the man who killed Tony, or whatever. Suddenly she saw a man in a deep blood red cloak come out of the bushes.
"You guys come here quick!" she said. The others left the body were it was. They walked over to the window and looked out. They came just in time to see the man disappear into the bushes.
"Who do you think that was?" Andy asked.
"I don't know," Molly replied. "But who ever it was, he's gone now. But believe me, he'll be back. In the mean time, we need to find Drew. There might be more to him than meets the eye."
To be continued
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