Personal Narrative: Camp Smokey

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Living in the sunny state of California all my life. There was quite a bit I was oblivious to. I took my first trip upstate with a group of my friends. We went to a camp site. It was called Camp Smokey. It was so cold I had never experienced anything like that in my life. But yet a beautiful sight to see in its own right. The way the mountains stood so tall all around me were captivating. Standing and looking yonder to at Gods beautiful creation overwhelmed me. There was also something that scared me. At night I would hear a slight howl all through the camp sight. The first night I heard it I tried to avoid it and because none of my friends were alarm I just played it off like it was nothing to me as well but I was afraid and wanted to know what was lurking out there making such a sound. …show more content…

One night I decided to be brave and find out what was out there. Maybe someone is trying to tell us something and if I get close enough I would be able to hear what it is saying. I went to bed in my clothes and around 2 am the person howling was in rare form. I stepped out of the cabin to only hear the howl in harmony like it wasn’t alone. I yelled out “Who is out there?” The sound got louder…OMG it is freezing out here. I felt something slap the back of my coat. I let out a loud scream; and when I turned around a bundle of leaves had slapped up against my coat. I yell out again “Come Out, Come Out. I want to help you.” There was no response. Then all of a sudden I hear someone call my name

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