On the third day of camp, make sure to never face an unknown figure alone. —-------------- Sara stared at the photograph again. Then at my necklace. Then back at me. Neither of us spoke for a long time. “So you’re saying someone’s following you and you found this in the forest?” Sara questioned, her voice laced with sharp disbelief. I nodded, still in shock, but my hand kept twisting and caressing the necklace gently. “...This is huge if it’s real—” “It is real, Sara!” I bemoaned, standing up with more force than necessary. “Fine, fine. It’s real. How does this person know you? Follows you down here? Oh my God,” she held her head between her hands. “It’s my duty to find out, and I’m going to find out tonight—or either way, before we leave for school,” I said with a calm and unknown certainty that I didn’t know where it came from. She raised both hands in surrender. “Fine. Fine. It’s real.” She sighed. “But how does this person know you? How are they following you all the w
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