A few years ago I went camping with my grandfather, uncle and my dad. It was pretty hot, and our campsite was near a creak. We were pretty big clearing. It was kind odd. While we seemed to drive through swarms of bugs, but our site was completely bug free. We put up our tents, and the grown ups started drinking and shooting bottles. After a while we made dinner and settled around our campfire. My dad let me have my first beer that night. We turned in a couple of hours after dark. I awoke late that night to my dad shaking me. I could hear someone yelling. I came fully aware when I heard the first gun shot. My uncle was firing the gun up in the air and screaming. I thought he was drunk, but the more I heard, the more I realized he was crazy scared. He was muttering something about how they wouldn't take him again, and screaming no. Suddenly he fell silent. He looked like he was twitching, and pushing against an invisible force. I could see his eyes wide with terror. Tears ran down his face and he was whimpering like a child. A bright, hard light appeared overhead. There was no noise, wind, or anything that might hint at where the light was coming from. Press A for next chapter