The Curse of Camp Cold Lake

18

Pinpricks of white light danced above me.

I thought of fireflies, darting above the grass late at night.

The tiny lights grew brighter. Round, like flashlight beams.

Brighter still.

Until I was staring into a glowing ball of gold.

I blinked.

It took me a long while to realize that I was staring up at the sun.

I turned my head away.

I suddenly felt heavy. I could feel the ground beneath me. I could feel the weight of my body on the ground.

My body. My solid body, coming back to me.

I heard a groan. Someone moved above me.

I blinked several times. And squinted up at Liz.

Her face was red. Her mouth was twisted in a hard scowl.

“Ohhh.” I groaned as she pressed both hands on my chest. Raised her hands. Pressed again.

I felt water slide from my open mouth.

I choked. Felt more water pour down my chin.

“She’s coming around,” Liz announced. She pressed hard on my chest again. “She’s alive!” Liz cried.

Behind her, I could see bare legs. Swimsuits. Campers.

Yes. The other campers.

I groaned again. Liz continued to work over me.

I’m lying on my back, I realized. I’m on the lake shore. Liz is giving me CPR.

The other campers are standing around me. Watching. Watching Liz save my life.

“I’m-ALIVE!” The word burst from my throat.

I sat up. And gazed around.

Everyone is back! I realized. It’s summer again. The leaves are back on the trees. The sun is beaming down.

And everyone is back. Including me!

Liz uttered a sigh and sank back on her knees. “Sarah, are you okay?” she asked breathlessly. She mopped sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. “Are you okay?”

“I… I think so,” I murmured.

I had a sour taste in my mouth. I still felt a little dizzy.

Behind Liz, some campers cheered and applauded.

“We thought you were gone for a moment.” Liz sighed. “You stopped breathing. What a scare!”

Two counselors helped me to my feet. I tried to shake off my dizziness. “I’m okay!” I cried. “Thank you, Liz. You-you saved my life!”

I hugged Liz. Then I turned and hugged Aaron.

Briana and Meg were standing nearby. I startled them by hugging them too.

I was so happy to be alive! So happy to be away from that gray, gray winter. Away from that frightening ghost girl in the empty camp.

“Sarah-what happened?” Liz asked, placing a hand on my still-wet shoulder. She gently brushed back my hair.

“I’m not sure,” I told her. “I’m really not sure.”

Liz shuddered. “When you stopped breathing, I… I got so scared.”

“I’m fine now,” I told her with a smile. “Thanks to you.”

“She did it for attention,” I heard someone mutter.

I turned-and saw Jan whispering to another girl. “Now everyone has to say ‘Poor Sarah’,” Jan whispered nastily. “Now everyone has to be nice to her.”

I felt hurt. I opened my mouth to say something to Jan.

But I was so happy to be back, so happy to be alive, I just ignored it.

I rested a hand on Aaron’s shoulder and let him walk me back to my cabin. “I’m going to enjoy the rest of camp,” I told my brother. “I really am.”

The nurse checked me out carefully. Then I rested all afternoon. I took a long nap.

When I woke up, I was starving. I realized I hadn’t eaten all day.

I pulled on jeans and a camp sweatshirt and hurried to the campfire. As I trotted down the path toward the clearing by the woods, the aroma of hot dogs and hamburgers on the barbecue drifted out to me.

Richard greeted me at the campfire circle. “Sarah, you look great!” he exclaimed. “I heard about… what happened at the lake this afternoon.”

“Well, I’m fine now,” I told him. “I feel great.”

“Hey-no more close calls,” he scolded. “Or else you have to swim in the kiddie pool.”

“I’ll be careful,” I promised.

“You’d better-because we don’t have a kiddie pool!” he joked.

I laughed.

“Take a seat,” he said, pointing to the circle of logs. “Take a seat, everyone!” he called out. “We’re going to have a meeting before we eat!”

Most of the campers had already taken their places. I glanced around the circle quickly, searching for a place to sit.

“Sarah-?” A voice called to me.

“Sarah-over here.”

I let out a shocked cry when I saw Della.

Della. By herself on a log back near the woods. Her blond hair shimmering around her pale face. The pink evening sunlight shining through her body.

Shining right through her.

“Noooo!” I moaned.

“Come over here, Sarah!” Della called. “Please-sit over here with me. Be my buddy!”