I was glad to finally be leaving the camp in the woods. As dad drove away from the cabin that night, I was crying from the sheer happiness of leaving the place.
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That night I woke in a cold sweat, feeling like I was being watched. I looked toward the window across the loft and, sure enough, there was someone looking in at me. I screamed as loud as I could, and woke everyone in the camp. The little ones cried from fear, and mom and dad were climbed the ladder to the loft as fast as they could.
When they were next to me, I was finally able to stop screaming. Dad looked at the window I was pointing at and went to it. He couldn’t see anything out there.
“I saw someone looking in at me,” I sobbed.
“That’s not possible,” dad explained. “No one can get up there from the ground, and there are no trees for anyone to climb close enough for them to be at the window. We are simply too high up.”
“But I saw someone in the window,” I whined.
Dad went out and checked all around the camp. He came back and told me again that there couldn’t have been anyone out there. “You must have been dreaming, sweetie. No one is out there.”
Mom stayed with me until I fell back asleep.