Wes Craven (director, producer, writer of many horror
movies) passed away yesterday after battling brain cancer. To me, he’ll always
be a horror movie icon. When I watched “a
Nightmare on Elm Street” for the first timeis when I really, really got
into horror. He was one of the people that I looked up to. We’ll miss you
scaring us Wes.
I had so much fun at Wonderland Camp last week! I was in the
FHB cabin this time. I saw my old friends: Dustin, Jason, Libby, Tucker,
Kortney, Gianna, Nicole, Rachel, Julie, JJ, Hannah, and Scott. I also made new friends:
Barbie, Dee, Emma, Lizzy, Beverly, and Melissa. On Sunday, check-in was early
and Scott and his girlfriend, Robyn, came to visit me for a while. Later that
evening, we had a campfire. With everyone singing bubbly camp songs in the
background, Kortney and I laughed and socialized. Then, we ate my camp
favorite; delicious s’mores. It was a good day.
On Monday morning, we had Art and Crafts and we tie-dyed our
shirts. I tie-dyed my shirt orange and dark purple. Then, we shot bb guns for
Nature. Dustin helped and it was cool. During the afternoon, we had time at the
pool/splash pad. It was cold but refreshing during the hot day. After lunch and
rest time, we had Free Flow (a free hour) and we went to karaoke. Everyone was
clapping happily and cheering for each other. I sang “Blank Space” by Taylor
Swift. It was fun. Later that evening, we built a mini boat out of the boxes
and had boat races. We were loudly chanting: “FHB, FHB, FHB” as we won the boat
race.
On Tuesday morning, we went down to the waterfront and rode
the big boat. I didn’t sleep at all. I was having too much fun with Barbie and
looking around. We saw a huge restaurant on the lake that had an amazing
looking pirate ship that reminded me of Peter Pan. After rest time, we had
Music. We made shell shakers out of paper and rocks and listened to music. Then,
for Rec, I rode the mini zip-line. With the dirt swooshing underneath my feet,
I flew across in the air. My stomach being tickled from the inside, I couldn’t
stop laughing. I love that thing! Later that evening, we had a carnival. There
was sweet cotton candy, vibrant music, games, a dunking booth, and even horses.
The wind then picked up and it started storming at the end but it was
awesome.
On Wednesday morning, Kortney, JJ, Barbie, and I went to the
game room. We were laughing and telling stories. Barbie was so cool and silly.
I loved hanging out with her. Then, during rest time, we watched the
movie, ‘the Little Rascals’. I’ve seen it many times but it was relaxing
since it was a rainy day. In Art and Crafts, we colored and just hung out.
Later that evening, the talent show began. Kortney and Hannah sang “Cruise” by Florida Georgia Line. I was
proud of them. I read a funny, scary story that I wrote earlier that week for
my talent. The story wasn’t like what I usually write. It was short and very
sugar-coated but it was for camp. It was fun to write and read. It was called ‘the Wonderland Camp Ghost Story’. The talent
show was heart-warming and entertaining.
On Thursday, we had Art and Crafts and made paper turtles.
While other people colored their turtles with bright colors, I tried making my
turtle look demonic, coloring it black with red eyes and Barbie drawing a skull
on it. Then, for Music, we played Four
Squares (like Musical Chairs) and played Music Jeopardy (music trivia). My
sister would proud that I knew all of the Johnny Cash songs. After rest time,
we had time at the pool/splash pad. Barbie was hilarious, singing and dancing
in the water. After pool, for the rest of the afternoon, we got ready for the
dance. Barbie spiked my hair into a fohawk and put winged eye shadow on me, using
my purple and black eye shadows. It was so cool! She also painted my nails
black and put on my favorite red lipstick. Later that evening, the dance began.
I wore my favorite purple shirt, black pants, and black Mary Janes. There was a
red carpet at the dinning hall’s door like a prom. There were black lights
everywhere but everyone had glow sticks. The music was booming, as everyone was
laughing, dancing, and singing at the top of their lungs. I danced with all of
my friends and had a blast! Dance night will always be my favorite!!
On Friday, everyone was packing up to go home. Fridays are
my least favorite. I am ready to go home but at the same, I don’t want to leave
my friends. I don’t get too sad normally though because I know that I’ll be back in October. There will be more
adventures to experience, more stories to tell. I have another bunch of
memories to hold onto.
the Ghoulish Man By: Lena Holdman The Ghoulish Man wore a fiery red cloak of rage. His beard was gray, knotted, and blood stained. His face is long and wrinkled and his dark eyes were reckless and lustful from lurking each night in search of his next victim. He used to be a normal man, a kind man but he felt unloved all of his life and finally died inside.A demon of hopelessness lied to him, corrupted him. He became a walking corpse that hungers for young female souls to fill the empty hole where his heart once was. Each night, he found girls who were barely out of their adolescence. While they were innocently sleeping, he at first watched them with sick desire. After a few moments, he then proceeded to move his ice cold, bony hands up their spines and up their necks. The girls always woke up but before they can scream, he grabbed their throats with all of his might, choking them and crushing their vocal chords. Then, taking them in his arms, he draped his cloak around himself and the girl, as if it was a private curtain and sucked all of the essence from them, leaving their lifeless bodies behind. One night, a courageous girl named Ariel Marie with a wild spirit and strawberry blonde hair, felt his cold hand and quickly woke up and grabbed it, twisting it. He howled in agony. She had heard the stories about the Ghoulish Man and swore to herself that she wouldn’t ever be his victim. He tried furiously to get her with his other hand but she punched him in the face, making him fly across the room and black slime that was supposed to be his blood pour out of his mouth. Then, with him laying on the ground, she kicked him in the groin repeatedly. With such venom in her voice, she said, “You have no power over me and never will! You’re just heartless, lonely, creepy ghoul! I’m not afraid of you, I feel sorry for you. You’re so pathetic, preying on young girls!” Feeling helpless and defeated, the Ghoulish Man then disappeared into thin air, leaving behind his cloak. She had fought back. His power was completely gone. Ariel nor did any other girl ever saw him again.
(c)Lena Holdman, all rights reserved I re-edited one of my old stories for fun. I hope that you'll enjoy this little story.
To celebrate J.K. Rowling's birthday, which was yesterday (since I'm technically posting this entry at 1am lol), I posted the amazing, emotional fan-made video above. I found it on Youtube the other day. Happy birthday J.K. Rowling! Thank you for the magical stories!!
