Campsite monster story

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The Meeting Point

I was jumping for joy. This was the day we were going camping; this for me was perhaps the best day of the year. I was as happy as a lark, although there was a slight element of concern about the rumours of a colossal monster that lurked underneath the shadows of the titanic trees waiting upon the opportunity to pounce on human flesh

 I leapt of my bed, excited. I drew the curtains in my bedroom, but to my surprise found myself blinded by the intense power of the beam, like a stun grenade. I leaped to the cupboard like a cheetah attacking its prey and threw on the first bunch of clothes I could find, before quickly packing my bag with the appropriate clothing for the camping trip.

 Suddenly it occurred to me that I was running late so I quickened my slow pace. I pushed open my bedroom door, with my rucksack hanging on my shoulder containing my essentials, and jumped downstairs to the smell of the eggs sizzling in the frying pan. I couldn’t believe I was going. I had been waiting in anticipation all through the summer and was now finally going. Mum was waiting at the front door. She had left me a piece of toast on the dining table which I quickly rammed down my throat, half choking in the process. I approached the car door yearning to get to the meeting point.

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 “Matt, make sure you don’t misbehave!” Mum yelled. Mum was always worried about me, monitoring whatever I did. 

 The thought of the monster circulated around my mind like a merry go round. The thought of the horrifying appearance of the monster made my mind revolt in disgust, although I knew it was merely a myth.

 “Matt!” Mum shouted once again. I stuttered. “It’s time to go!”

 I was so busy dwelling at the prospect of coming face to face with the sickening monster that I blocked out the fact that the car journey had a come to halt and ...

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