Goosebumps: The Curse of Camp Cold Lake by R. L. Stine Read Free Book Online Page A

You’re not here!” I wailed. “You’re a ghost! You don’t belong here! I’m
alive now! I’m alive!”
    I turned and saw Richard and Liz hurrying toward me.
    Across the circle, Aaron jumped up and came running over. “Sarah—what’s
wrong? What is it?” he cried.
    “Don’t you see her?” I shrieked. I pointed to the log near the woods. “She’s
a ghost! But I’m alive!”
    Liz wrapped her arms around me. “It’s okay, Sarah,” she whispered. “You’re
okay now.”
    “But—but she’s sitting there!” I sputtered.
    Everyone turned to the log.
    “There’s no one there,” Richard said. He narrowed his eyes at me.
    “You had a terrible shock,” Liz said softly. “A terrible shock. You’re still not quite yourself, Sarah.”
    “But—but—” I stammered.
    I saw Briana, Meg, and Jan huddled together, talking softly. Watching me.
    What are they saying about me? I wondered.
    “Do you want me to walk you back to your cabin?” Richard asked.
    I shook my head. “No. I’m starving!”
    Liz laughed. “Maybe that’s your problem. You’re so hungry, you’re
seeing things! Let’s get you a hot dog—fast.”
    After a couple of hot dogs, I started to feel better. The campfire meeting
began. I sat next to some girls from a different cabin.
    As Richard talked, I gazed around the circle. Stared at the campers’ faces,
orange from the flickering campfire. Searching for Della.
    Della the ghost…
    Was she still here? Still watching me? Still waiting for me to be her buddy?
    I sat forward tensely. My whole body stiff. My eyes straining to see her
pale, pale face.
    But she had vanished.
    For now.
    Liz took over the meeting. Most campers groaned when she started another
lecture on water safety.
    “We had a close call today,” Liz said. “A frightening close call.”
    I knew everyone was staring at me. I could feel my face growing hot. I gazed
into the yellow flames of the campfire.
    When I raised my eyes, I saw Briana, Meg, and Jan on the next log, whispering
together. About me?
    “Our water safety rules are so important here at Camp Cold Lake,” Liz was
saying. “Some campers joke that having so many rules is the curse of Camp
Cold Lake, because we talk about the rules so much.”
    She pressed her hands against her sides. Her eyes moved from camper to
camper. “But as we saw this afternoon,” she continued, “the Buddy System isn’t a
curse—it’s a blessing.”
    A face rose up behind the darting flames of the fire.
    I gasped.
    Della!
    No. A girl from another cabin, climbing up to get more food.
    I sank back.
    I have to get away from this camp, I decided. I can’t have a good time
here. Not if I always have to keep an eye out for Della.
    Liz rattled on about the water rules.
    Richard made a few announcements.
    Everyone sang some camp songs.
    When the campfire ended, I jumped up quickly and started along the path to my
cabin. I had gone only a few steps when I heard fast footsteps behind me. And heard someone
calling my name.
    Was it the ghost?
    I turned to see Aaron jogging up to me. “What was that screaming about?” he
demanded. “Did you really think you saw a ghost?”
    “Why should I tell you?” I snapped. I continued along the path, walking
rapidly. “You’ll only laugh at me.”
    “Try me,” he replied, running to catch up. “I won’t laugh. I promise.”
    “I saw a ghost girl,” I told him. “I swear I did. She called to me. She wants
me to be her buddy.”
    Aaron laughed. “No. Really,” he said. “What did you really see? Be
serious.”
    “I am serious!” I cried. “I have to get away from here, Aaron. I’m
going to run away. Get to a phone. Call Mom and Dad. Tonight. I’m going to tell
them to come get me.”
    “You can’t!” Aaron replied. He grabbed my arm and forced me to stop walking.
I could see kids staring at us as they walked past.
    “Mom and Dad won’t want to make more than one trip up here. So if you call
them, they’ll make me come