Personal Narrative: My Trip To Woodland Forest

My friends and I decided to go on a camping trip to Woodland Forest in South Jersey. We planned this trip so we could spend one more time together before we all go to college. My one friend Dan was reluctant to go to Woodland Forest because there is a rumor going around saying that a witch haunts the forest. BS I thought. Dan would show my other friend Mark and I websites and videos of the eye witness reports. I did not believe any of them for a second. “I am not missing the cliff jumping into the lake Dan so if you don’t want to come then don’t,” Mark said We drove four hours to get to Woodland Forest. The forest was beautiful at first sight. The sun was shining through the trees, the wind was moving the leaves, and the smell of pine ran through my nose. “Doesn’t seem so haunted to me,” I said. Dan, Mark and I unpacked the car and trudged into the forest. For the three day camping trip, we bought a

Not even a snap of a twig. It was the longest night of my life. I did not sleep an ounce. I stayed up with the lamp off and I was holding my knife, ready for attack. I unzipped the tent and what I saw outside really threw me off. I was right next to the car. This can not be possible. How is this possible? I was an hour and a half away from the car in the middle of nowhere. Dan and Mark both were still nowhere to be found. Do I go looking for them or do I get help? I chose the second scenario. I got into the car and drove away as quickly as possible. Was there really a witch that kidnapped my friends, or were they playing a sick joke? But how did I wind up back at the car? I knew that something supernatural played a role last night. Mark’s phone started buzzing. It was a text message from Dan. I did something dumb and I was reading the message as I was driving because I did not want to stop. The message said “look up.” I looked up and that's when I ran over Dan and