The Camping Trip
Who was there?
The dark starry sky illuminated the pale shadows of our faces. The long swishing pine trees rustled as we walked, almost as if speaking to us, warning us of what is ahead. The silhouette of our camp could be seen miles ahead inviting us to continue our path. A single whistle pierced the air and brought us to a halt. No one spoke, content or perhaps afraid to break the unwavering silence in the air but we all knew. Someone or perhaps something was out there.
