They entered the creepy fairgrounds, hands trembling as they noticed musty, flickering lights making the lurking shadows worse with each flicker. The two teens, Carol and Helen, stuck close together as they walked along the unpaved, dusty fairgrounds at midnight.
"No one has used this place in years," said Helen, nervously peering around the tents.
"It looks like it was abandoned, left to rot," replied Carol, less nervous than Helen.
Clink! Something fell to the ground in the distance.
"What was
that?" Helen gasped? "You know what? Never mind. Let's just get out of here, while we can!" She started running out but she was immediately stopped short by a hand grasping her arm.
"How can we leave now? There's something here, we have to find out what it is!" Replied Carol, frustrated that Helen wanted to turn and run away because of every little thing. "Look! Something's moving by that barrel," She whispered.
"Ugh you can go investigate, but there is no way you're getting me over there," Carol said, dignified.
"Fine." Helen cautiously padded over to the barrel. Nothing around the outside of it, so whatever it is, it must be inside the dark abyss of the barrel. "Just do this quick," Helen thought to herself. Carefully peering over the edge, Helen looked inside. "Carol! Get over here!"
"What happened? What's over there?!" Carol shouted as she dashed across the grounds to Helen.
"See for yourself," Helen said calmly to Carol.
"Oh my gosh!" Carol gasped as she too looked inside. "It's a sweet, little puppy!"