this story was really fun to do :) Thanks to all those who voted on “Night Fright Outline”!! 

It’ll be (different) third person tho 

Also when I type “shed” or “well” and it changes it to “she’d” or “we’ll” it annoys me so bad. Anyone else w/. This problem?

NIGHT FRIGHT

After the dare to spend the night in the old 1923 meat shack in the woods, Scarlett and Joss wanted to be prepared. 

     “Joss, do we have everything?” Scarlett asked. 

     “Sleeping bags, check. Bug spray, check,” Joss began, and then finished off the list. 

     “And...you have the Fresh Spring Lysol??” Scarlett inquired. 

     “No...it‘s actually Scents of Hawaii, but yeah, Lysol.” 

     Once in the meat shack, Joss sprayed the Lysol everywhere. Scarlett coughed. 

     “Josssssss! It got in my eyyyyyyyyyessss!” She whined. 

     “Sor-RY.” Joss replied. 

      So once they were ready, they sat down with a flashlight. “Once...” Joss began, shining the light up her chin, “a girl named Ashlie was hiking, and she’s like, rich, and she was hiking with a group of guys...and they tried to kidnap her...” 

     “Oh my gosh, Joss! Stop it, I don’t get scared easily.” Scarlett moaned. 

     “Oh. Don’t go hiking, Scarlett.“ 

     “Why...?” 

     “Because...Ashlie is practically your twin.” 

     ”Prove it. Show me a picture.” Scarlett questioned Joss’s knowledge on this Ashlie girl.

     “No WiFi out here.” Joss commented. 

      That night, Joss and Scarlett were sleeping (uncomfortably) in their sleeping bags. Scarlett was somewhat restless. “I’m going hiking.” She whispered to Joss. 

     “Mm-kay.” Joss groggily replied, not knowing what she was agreeing to. 

      Scarlett slipped on her clothes, and tiptoed out of the shed. “Hmm.” She thought. “I don’t have a flashlight.“ 

      A group of four men walked past, with a few flashlights. Scarlett ran up to them. “Hey guys! Can I borrow a flashlight?” 

      One man shone his light on her face. “Hey boys, it’s Ashlie Freeman!” He cried. 

     “No, no. My name is Scarlett Vega...” 

      ”Don’t play games with us, Ashlie.” Another man said, and grabbed her by the arms. He tied a cloth over her mouth and covered her head with a sack. 

     Everything went black. 

     Scarlett woke up tied to a chair, with duct tape in place of the cloth. She was in a shed again, just not the meat shed from the 1920s. If it was a meat shed...it was at least from the 80’s...

     “Look. Ransom or what?” The first man announced to the others. 

     Scarlett tried to struggle out of her bonds, and failed. 

“Untape that girl’s mouth,” demanded a new man. The instruction was followed by a fourth man. 

      “I’M NOT ASHLIE FREEMAN!” Scarlett immediately screamed. “CHECK MY ID! You DID steal my backpack, didn’t you?” 

     “Yeah. We did. Check the girl’s ID.” The first man commanded. 

     “Scarlett Shae Vega. She‘s who she says she is.” 

      “See? Now let me go,” Scarlett said.

     “Nah; she’ll call the police…”

      “No, NO, I won’t!” Scarlett lied. 

      “Yes. Yes you will.”  

     “No, no I wo—MMPH!” The first man covered her mouth in duct tape. 

     Back at the 1920’s meat shed, Joss awoke with a start. She’d taken out her hearing aid...Scarlett was gone...what was happening? Everything was a blur for Joss. Searching for her hearing aid...she was sure she heard a voice...calling “Joss! Joss! Joscelyn!” 

     But nobody was. “Hello?” Even her own words were faint. A vague memory of Scarlett flowed through her head. 

Quiet. Just faintly, she’d heard Scarlett say something about a hike. A hike! What was the significance of a hike? She’d told Scarlett a story, the Ashlie Freeman story. Ashlie and Scarlett were practically twins…

     Joss stopped thinking, and started looking for her hearing aid. Scarlett could be in real danger! And it was all Joss’s fault (or so she thought). 

    “Oh, oh, oooh. It’s all my fault! I shouldn’t have told Scarlett that story...aaahhh…” Joss moaned to herself. 

Aha! Joss announced internally. Her hearing aid was behind her water bottle, and she’d not known that! She jammed it in her right ear and stood up. She began to run. As far as she was concerned, Scarlett could even be dead by now! 

    “Scarlett! Scar-r-rrrr-lett!” Joss called. Eventually, muffled cries could be heard from the woods. 

     “Scarlett.” Joss decided. She charged to the source of the sound, a(nother) shed. She found Scarlett, bound hand and foot, and gagged with duct tape. Holding out her hand as if to say “wait one second”, Joss searched for the kidnappers. 

    She found four men writing a ransom note in a nearby outhouse. “Hello, boys.” They turned around, and with a click of her iPhone camera, Joss had evidence. She ran the length back to the shed. 

    “Scarlett? May I take a picture of you for evidence? It’s for when I report these psychos to the po-po.” Joss asked. 

    Scarlett nodded, Joss’s camera clicked, Scarlett was untied, and they returned to the shed. 

     The next day at 1:13 p.m., Lanie (a vegan) trotted into the meat shed. “Scarlett? Joss?” She seemed to be plugging her nose. 

     “I’m up.” Scarlett said. She stuck Joss’s hearing aid in her ear. 

     “I’m awake too.” Joss moaned. 

     “Oh my gosh, Scarlett! You have rope burn! How did that happen?” Lanie gasped. 

     “Oh, well that’s a long story…”