Quetico Park
When I was young, a city kid growing up in Chicago, in the summer it was nice to escape the city life and go to Quetico Park. A place for fishing and camping, watching bears traveling through the forest and seeing stars shine as bright as they can in the cool, fresh air. But I wont be going to Quetico any time soon. Not after what happened to Francis Brandywine.
She was only seventeen at the time when she was camping with her family near the deepest lake in Quetico Park. Rumour has it that it is three hundred feet deep and Francis, being the brave person she was, snuck out of her tent so she could stare into the night sky and write in her journal.
She jumped into the family boat and rowed to where she thought the middle of the lake was. it was peaceful. Then a small tap broke the silence in the water. Francis looked up from her journal to see if she had hit the shore but she was still in the middle of the lake under the shining stars. she then dismissed it for a fish or a turtle knocking the bottom of the boat and she relaxed back into the boat writing in her journal.
Then again a tap but this time it was louder like knocking on a wooden door. She jumped searching the water for anything she had hit like a rock. She relaxed but then again this time as loud as a base drum, she had to leave it was a calm night so she would have made quick process rowing back to shore. After twenty intense minutes of rowing she had not moved at all it was like she was being held back by something under the boat. She tried pushing away from the hidden being but the oar were pulled under with a sharp tug. The knocking went on all night and all she could do was sit and wait.
The next day the boat was found floating just off the shore but Francis wasn’t there. She was never seen again. The only thing left in the boat was her journal. It had her frantic writing filling the last pages but the only reason we know what happened to her is because of the last page, it was written with what looked like a muddy finger and it said...
I DID KNOCK FIRST
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Sunday, September 7, 2014
Francis by Liam M
Francis (Horror Story)
P 1 - I was sure of it, my parents must be asleep by now. I jumped out of my tent onto the bark that started cracking beneath my feet and grabbed a torch. I sneaked through the path to find my wooden boat floating in the deep blue river. I hopped in the boat and set off for the deepest part of the river where i could look at the stars and write in my journal.
P 2 - I had been paddling for around 20 minutes when i realised I had reached my destination. I lay down and looked at the stars. Hours went past and then I heard something weird. Knock! Knock!, I gasped, “What was that”? I thought to myself. I was confused for a while, but then i realised it was probably just an animal. Another twenty minutes went past and I had started to forget about the strange knocking. Suddenly, KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! It was even louder than before. Now I was getting scared. I realised I had to get back to my family so I started paddling as hard and as fast as I could. I wasn’t moving, what was happening!
P 3 - I lowered my oar into the water to see if anything was there. Splash! My oar had got sucked into the water. I jumped back and had now knocked my other oar into the water. I stopped and tried thinking about how i could fix this problem. I knew now what I had to do. I was going to sit it out, wait for the morning to come. My boredom was overwhelming and I had resorted to drawing monsters in my journal. I looked at my watch to find that it was almost morning. Excitement was flowing through my body, but doubt was fighting its way in. Again it was the knocking, but this time it had turned into three loud bangs.
P 4 - I felt my body sink slowly in the water, I tried holding my breath but it was no use. Nothing was going to stop this boat from sinking. I went down, down into the deep blue river, and never came back.
By Liam M
P 1 - I was sure of it, my parents must be asleep by now. I jumped out of my tent onto the bark that started cracking beneath my feet and grabbed a torch. I sneaked through the path to find my wooden boat floating in the deep blue river. I hopped in the boat and set off for the deepest part of the river where i could look at the stars and write in my journal.
P 2 - I had been paddling for around 20 minutes when i realised I had reached my destination. I lay down and looked at the stars. Hours went past and then I heard something weird. Knock! Knock!, I gasped, “What was that”? I thought to myself. I was confused for a while, but then i realised it was probably just an animal. Another twenty minutes went past and I had started to forget about the strange knocking. Suddenly, KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! It was even louder than before. Now I was getting scared. I realised I had to get back to my family so I started paddling as hard and as fast as I could. I wasn’t moving, what was happening!
P 3 - I lowered my oar into the water to see if anything was there. Splash! My oar had got sucked into the water. I jumped back and had now knocked my other oar into the water. I stopped and tried thinking about how i could fix this problem. I knew now what I had to do. I was going to sit it out, wait for the morning to come. My boredom was overwhelming and I had resorted to drawing monsters in my journal. I looked at my watch to find that it was almost morning. Excitement was flowing through my body, but doubt was fighting its way in. Again it was the knocking, but this time it had turned into three loud bangs.
P 4 - I felt my body sink slowly in the water, I tried holding my breath but it was no use. Nothing was going to stop this boat from sinking. I went down, down into the deep blue river, and never came back.
By Liam M
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