I walked down the street caring a brown paper bag, as I looked up from the ground I saw a blonde boy my age walking towards me. The minute I saw him I knew it was my friend Mark. I put down my bag and and ran to give him a hug. After our hug we walked down to to pick up my bag. As we walked down the street we talked a little, we hadn't talked in about three months. He told me he had a girl friend and he lived with her now so that was news to me. As we said our fair well 's we promised to meet up some time for a bit longer. About a month later I received some news that made me upset, Mark had driven off a bridge! How horrible! He was on his way to a party at the moose inn when an other car hit him from behind and knocked him of the bridge.
The next day I had a knock on my door. I opened it and to my surprise it was Mark and he asked me if I wanted to go to a party at moose inn. Then he slowly faded away wile waving and saying he will miss me
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Short campfire stories
ParanormalA collection of spin tingling stories, perfect to read around a campfire. COMPLETE
