CHAMP THAT RUNS THE CAMP

CHAMP THAT RUNS THE CAMP

           CHAMP THAT RUNS THE CAMP

A proud student of a famous school wanted to be the best and thought himself to be the champ of the school. One day, the school was shifted to a place where many trees stood. One among those trees was a banyan tree, the biggest and the oldest of them all. That tree was known to be a haunted place but the school authorities had not paid any attention to that and bought that wicked and haunted place but it turned out to be the biggest mistake of their entire life as the blood of a child was going to be on their hands.0ne day, the proud student got locked in his classroom. He called out aloud many times but there was none to hear him. He somehow managed to get out of the classroom by breaking the window but it was 8 pm of the night when he got out of his classroom. It was dark all around. Loneliness and rustle frightened him. He heard some laughing sounds from the wicked banyan tree and went there. When he found none, he sat under the tree to think about it and investigate the matter. The moon appeared from in between the clouds. Its light hit the ground and he saw ‘champ that runs the camp’ written on the ground in blood. His heartbeat and breathing increased and he started running towards his classroom at the top of his speed. Suddenly, someone caught him from behind and he collapsed on the ground because of fear. The next day, when he got up, he was in a hospital. He told everyone everything but none believed him. From that day, he decided not to be proud. The next day also, when he went to school, he got locked. But this time, there was no warning for him. He got the punishment for telling people about it. The next day his classroom door was unlocked, he was found lying on the first bench of his classroom and ‘champ that runs the camp’ was written on the wall. This incident made the people close the school. But closing a school could not bring the boy back. The boy’s parents spent the rest of their life in sorrow, despair and the memories of their son. One did and the other paid for it.

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