6 Lights Out

6 Lights Out Torture hour, I mean rest hour, was over. I felt bad for Henry the spider, after we had given him a name and all. Everybody felt bad. So we held a little funeral. Candyman dug a hole with a spoon, and we buried him next to the bunk. We buried Henry, that is. Of course we didn't bury Candyman.

折磨时间，我指的是休息时间，结束了。 在我们给蜘蛛亨利取了名字之后，我为他感到难过。 每个人都很难过。所以我们举行了一个小小的葬礼。 糖果男用勺子挖了个坑，我们把他埋在了铺位旁边。 我们埋葬了亨利。我们当然没有埋葬糖果人。

Our bunk was scheduled to play pickleball in the afternoon, but it was raining, so all outdoor activities were canceled. Instead, we had arts and crafts. Or as everybody calls it, arts and farts. You should always call arts and crafts arts and farts. That's the first rule of being a kid. "Welcome to the arts and crafts room," said the arts and farts counselor. "I'm Aunt Nancy. Today, we're going to use rubber bands to make friendship bracelets for each other. Doesn't that sound like fun?" "No!" we all shouted. "I'm not making a friendship bracelet," I announced. "Me neither," said Ryan. "No way," said Michael. "Friendship bracelets are for girls," said Neil. "Yeah!" we all shouted. We crossed our arms in front of our chests. That's what you do to let grown-ups know you're not going to do something. "Oh, did I say friendship bracelets?" asked Aunt Nancy. "I'm sorry. I meant to say we're going to make man bands." Well, that's different.

我们的床铺原计划在下午打匹克球，但是下雨了，所以所有的户外活动都取消了。 相反，我们有艺术和手工艺。 就像大家说的，艺术和屁。 你应该把艺术和手工艺称为艺术和屁。 这是当孩子的第一准则。 “欢迎来到工艺美术室，”艺术和放屁顾问说。 “我是南希阿姨。今天，我们要用橡皮筋为彼此制作友谊手链。 听起来是不是很有趣？”“不！”我们都喊道。 “我不是在做友谊手链，”我宣布。 “我也是，”瑞恩说。“不可能，”迈克尔说。 “友谊手镯是给女孩的，”尼尔说。 “耶！”我们都喊道。我们把双臂交叉放在胸前。 你就是这么做的，让大人们知道你不会做什么。 “哦，我说的是友谊手镯吗？”南希阿姨问。 “我很抱歉。我的意思是说我们要做男式乐队。” 这是不一样的。

Man bands are cool, and they show everybody that you're a guy. Each of us made a man band, and then Aunt Nancy said we could pass them around to our friends if we wanted to. I gave my man band to Ryan. Ryan gave his man band to Michael. Michael gave his man band to Neil. Neil gave his man band to me. Candyman just kept his man band. After that, we went to the mess hall for dinner, where we ate some disgusting yellow food that I couldn't identify. The evening activity was some dumb movie about rabbits. Then we went back to the bunk. "Okay, brush your teeth and put your pj's on," said Uncle Ray. "Lights out in fifteen minutes." "What?" I shouted. "It's still daytime!" "We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow," said Uncle Ray. "But it's too early to go to bed!" complained Ryan. It wasn't fair. I told Uncle Ray that I get to stay up as late as I want when I'm at home. That wasn't exactly true, but I thought it might help us win the argument.

男式乐队很酷，能让大家知道你是个男人。 我们每人做了一个手环，然后南希阿姨说如果我们愿意的话，可以把手环传给我们的朋友。 我把我的手给了瑞恩。 瑞恩把他的手交给了迈克尔。 迈克尔把他的手递给了尼尔。 尼尔把他的手给了我。 糖果男只是保留了他的男人乐队。 之后，我们去食堂吃饭，在那里我们吃了一些恶心的黄色食物，我无法辨认。 晚上的活动是一些关于兔子的无聊电影。 然后我们回到铺位。 “好了，刷牙，穿上睡衣，”雷叔叔说。 “十五分钟后熄灯。” “什么?”我叫道。“现在还是白天！”“明天是重要的一天，”雷叔叔说。 “但是现在睡觉太早了！”瑞恩抱怨道。 这不公平。我跟雷叔叔说，我在家的时候想睡多晚就睡多晚。 这并不完全正确，但我认为这可能有助于我们赢得这场争论。

It didn't. Uncle Ray flipped off the light and told us he was going to play Ping-Pong with the other counselors in the aunts' and uncles' lounge. "Good night, Owls!" he said. "No talking." Then he left. I lay there for a few minutes, trying to fall asleep.

它没有。雷叔叔关掉灯，告诉我们他要和其他辅导员在叔叔阿姨休息室打乒乓球。 “晚安，猫头鹰们！” “不说话。”然后他离开了。 我在那里躺了几分钟，试图入睡。

"Pssssst!" a voice psssssted at me. It was Candyman. "A.J., do you want some candy? I've got plenty." "No thanks," I whispered. "Hey," he whispered, "did you hear about the demon drone that hovers over the camp at night?" "I'm trying to sleep," I whispered. "He's got laser eyes that can see through walls," Candyman continued. "As soon as you fall asleep, he floats down and—" "Will you give it a rest?" I whispered. It was quiet for a minute or two. "Hey, let's tell ghost stories," whispered Neil. "Yeah!" somebody whispered. "I got a great one," whispered Michael. "There was this ghost..." "Yeah..." "And he was dead," whispered Michael. "All ghosts are dead," I whispered. "So this dead ghost gets lost in the middle of the woods," whispered Michael. "And he walks into a sleepaway camp." "Yeah?" I asked. "Then what happened?" "Uh..." said Michael, "the ghost killed everybody."

“嘘！”一个声音对我怒吼。 是糖果男。“aj，你想吃糖吗？” 我有很多。”“不用了，谢谢。”我低声说。 “嘿，”他低声说，“你听说过晚上在营地上空盘旋的恶魔无人机吗？”“我想睡觉，”我低声说。 “他有一双激光眼睛，可以看穿墙壁，”坎迪曼继续说。 “你一睡着，它就会漂下来，然后——”“你能让它休息一下吗？”我低声说。 安静了一两分钟。 “嘿，我们来讲鬼故事吧。”尼尔小声说。 “是啊！”有人小声说。 “我有一个很棒的。”迈克尔小声说。 “有个鬼……”“是的……” “他死了。”迈克尔小声说。 “所有的鬼都是死的。”我低声说。 “这么说，这个死去的鬼魂在树林里迷路了。”迈克尔小声说。 “然后他走进了一个露营地。” “是吗?”我问。“然后发生了什么？”“嗯…” 迈克尔说，“鬼把所有人都杀了。”

"That ghost story was lame, dude," I told Michael. Ryan told a story about a ghost who eats aluminum foil and turns into a jet plane. Neil told a story about a ghost who eats kids, but only kids who are left-handed. We were making up scary ghost stories late into the night. Finally, at some point, I fell asleep. That's when the weirdest thing in the history of the world happened. But I'm not going to tell you what it was. Okay, okay, I'll tell you. It was pitch-dark, so I couldn't see anything. But I heard a noise. It sounded like fingernails on the floor next to my bed. I didn't think anything of it at first. But then, there was this soft grunting noise. I reached for my flashlight. I turned it on and pointed the beam at the floor. That's when I saw it. "THERE'S A SKUNK IN THE BUNK!" I shouted.* Well that woke everybody up. "Eeeeeeeek!" somebody screamed. "What's going on?" Ryan asked groggily. "THERE'S A SKUNK IN THE BUNK!"

“那个鬼故事太逊了，伙计，”我告诉迈克尔。 瑞安讲了一个关于一个吃了铝箔纸的鬼魂变成一架喷气式飞机的故事。 尼尔讲了一个鬼魂吃小孩的故事，但只吃左撇子的小孩。 我们一直在编恐怖的鬼故事直到深夜。 最后，在某个时刻，我睡着了。 就在那时，世界历史上最奇怪的事情发生了。 但我不会告诉你是什么。 好吧，好吧，我告诉你。 当时一片漆黑，所以我什么也看不见。 但是我听到了一个声音。听起来像是我床边地板上的指甲声。 一开始我没多想。 但随后，我听到了轻微的咕噜声。 我伸手去拿手电筒。 我打开灯，把光束对准地板。 就在那时我看到了它。“床上有只臭鼬！”我叫道。嗯，这把大家都吵醒了。 “eeeeeeek!”有人尖叫起来。 “发生什么事了？”瑞安昏昏沉沉地问。 “床上有只臭鼬！”