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Wednesday, 17 June 2015
My name was Pluto, one Sunday I went to a old deserted camping park with my Friends.The park was next to the sea. At night we were telling ghost stories but one was true... But we didn't know. Once we had gone to sleep I snuck out and went to the waters edge. On the jetty I hopped into the row boat and started to row out to sea, then I stopped and heard something but there was nothing there. I sat down and wondered what it could be. I fell asleep. All of a sudden I heard a bang and quickly woke up. I looked around nothing was there so I lay down again. BANG!! I was terrified. I started rowing, an hour later I realised I was going the wrong way. I checked to see if anything was following me. When I sat back down my arm hit a nail and it started to bleed. Three big bangs hit the boat. I started to shout for help, but no one heard me. I started rowing back to the shore but I wasn't moving. I was stuck. Something was holding the boat. I saw something swimming and yelled "help" the guy looked then five seconds later he vanished. I couldn't stop shivering and wrote everything that had happened on the inside of the boat. The next day a jet boat found my boat with only the carvings engrained on the sides.... I was never seen again .......
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