Frightening
Monday, 5. March 2012 2:38
The Girl Scouts were going on a camping trip on a farm in my hometown. We arrived at the pasture with tents and sleeping bags in hand. After setting up the campsite, it was dark by this time; we had a sing along and ate S’Mores, that Graham cracker and marshmallow, chocolate thingies. Soon, everyone was ready for bed, so I crammed into a tent of five or six other girls. As I lay there, I looked up at the roof of the tent and saw these Grand Daddy Longlegs. There looked like a hundred of them. I screamed and caused everyone else to scream, as we ran out of the tent. They could not talk me into going back inside, so I spent the rest of the night sleeping in my sleeping bag with it zipped over my head.




