A strange story

Two summers ago my friends and I were celebrating my fifteen birthday in a lake which is a few minutes far from the town.

First, we got the tents ready which took us hours so we couldn’t have dinner until midnight. Next, we set up the music on a friend’s laptop but three hours later the battery was drain. We got into our tents. One by one we started to explain stupid stories which came to “horror” ones but we were in high spirits so we found them even funnier. The atmosphere inside tents was going heavy so, most of us picked up the sleeping bag and lay on the grass.

The road that carries to the lake is finding above the hill. From our location we saw the shadows of trees done by headlamps which looked like strange shapes. Then, Claudia was trying to shine the torch’s light to these shadows but instead we saw a wood’s cross. (In the morning we realised it was the top of an electricity post). Besides that, at the end of the path there is an old cottage which looks gloomy at night. Honestly we were panic.

As soon as we were falling asleep Elena said that at 6 o’clock in the morning always had happened something strange in the lake. It was nearly five in the morning, nobody made any joke this time, may be because most of us were already sleeping but I think we were still a bit scared.                  

Suddenly a strong noise woke up us; it was starting to downpour and lightning as well as thundering. We run into our tents and when we looked at the clock we were astonished, it was 6 o’clock.