Brenda sat in a circle with her friends. They were having a sleep over at Brenda’s. The house was so far out in the country that there was a barn every 3 miles. Some of them happened to be deserted. The girls were telling ghost stories. Brenda wasn’t a big fan of ghost stories so she was grasping her pillow tight. Her friend Amber got up and walked over to the couch to grab a flashlight before Brenda’s mother came in and turned down the lights. As she walked back over to the circle she came up behind Brenda quietly and whispered in her ear, “Boo!”. This and the cold breath of her friend startled Brenda so much she nearly screamed.
Amber was the type of girl who, when given the chance, would scare the pants off you. The girls sometimes wished she would just disappear so they wouldn’t have to be scared whenever she came near. Unfortunatley it was Amber’s turn to tell a story. She started telling a story about the abandoned barn across the street from the house. Brenda knew this was going to end up bad.