Mystery at Camp White Cloud

Mystery at Camp White Cloud

Frankie, Gil, and Pingela Frankie looked over the book she was reading to see a group of children choosing teams on the soccer field. Behind them stood a brown wooden arch with the faded words “ Welcome to Camp White Cloud. " Frankie (short for Francis, which she disliked) had arrived yesterday, along with 199 other campers, to spend two weeks in the mountains of Colorado.

" Hey Frankie! How's it going?" came a voice from behind her. " Oh, hi, Gil. I'm fine. How are you?" Gil was the first camper Frankie had met yesterday. A loud cheer interrupted them. A tall girl wearing a Camp White Cloud T-shirt was jumping up and down, celebrating the goal she scored. " Have you met Angela Hansen yet?" Gil asked. " She's in my cabin. Everybody knows her, " Frankie answered.

Gil thought for a moment. “ You know, it must be great to be Angela. Her dad is Camp Director. She gets to play all summer. " " Yeah, but he's always busy running the camp. She probably doesn't see her dad much, " Frankie said. A bell suddenly chimed, and the soccer game stopped. " Lunch, let's go eat-I'm starving! " Gil said as he jumped up from the rock.

Bump Goes the night That night, Frankie lay on her bunk after lights out. She thought of the story of Old Man Looper that Angela told earlier. Looper was a miner who hoped to find a fortune in gold in the area's mountain streams. Unfortunately, he had little luck and started talking only to himself and his mule. One day, he mysteriously disappeared; Angela said he'd haunted the camp ever since. Frankie didn't believe the story. It was just meant to scare new campers, she thought as she drifted off to sleep.

“ WHAT WAS THAT?! ” a voice called out. Frankie shot up in her bunk. “ Shhh! Listen! " someone whispered from a lower bunk.