Quetico Park by Shianne

Quetico Park

 As I came out of my tent the wind nearly pushed me over. When I look up at the sky the new moon gleamed over the park. My family and I were camping in Quetico Park near a lake. I couldn’t get to sleep, so I went to the row boat, to relax in the middle of the lake. It took me twenty minutes to row out to the middle of the lake. As I started to relax I could hear the rustling of the leafs in the forest, probably just a fox or bear or something else.

Then the sharp sound of someone or something knocking on the bottom of the boat echoed through the air. I thought I had hit land but when I looked over the boat we were still miles away. Maybe it was just a stick that had drifted under the boat. As I started to relax the sound of someone or something knocking echoed through the air again, maybe it was just an animal, I thought. I started writing in my journal but the sound of someone or something echoed again, that time I was scared. No animal could knock like that. I started rowing furiously to get back to land but the boat wouldn’t move, I was stuck in the middle of the lake. I put the end of one of the oars in the water but as soon as it touched the waters surface the oar was pulled under. I feel backwards but when I did I knocked the other oar in the water.

There was no other options, I was stuck, unless I tried swimming back to land. No, I thought, that is way to dangerous, but I guess I will have to try anyway, unless I want to be stuck on this boat till morning. I jumped into the cold water, leaving my journal behind because i couldn’t swim with it. I thought I could make it to land but just as I was half way there, big muddy hands stretched out of the water towards me, grabbed me and pulled me under, never to be seen again....... The end