George and Paul decided that James should go out and check. But James didn’t want to go out because it was too dangerous. Then they decided to go out together to find out who was making the terrible noise. So they opened the tent carefully and looked out. There was nothing outside! They heard the noise again; it sounded like it came from something very close to their tent. Maybe it was in front of them, but they couldn’t see it. The boys were so scared that they quickly went back into their tent. They heard the noiseagain — louder now — from within their tent. “Hey, boys!” A sound from George’s phone was heard. They were surprised to discover that the sound was only music coming from George’s phone. They all laughed and fell asleep again.
Just then, someone began to unzip the entry to the tent from outside. “No! Please don’t come in!” The children shouted in fear. The man who was outside the tent stopped, but it seemed that he didn’t want to leave. It was too dark to see this person clearly. The man stood in front of the tent and made a terrible noise. The noise came again! It sounded like a wolf. “Maybe he was a werewolf!” Paul said in a low voice. “Let me take a photo and call the police.” Then he took out his phone and turned on its flashlight. The flashlight lit up the man, and they were surprised to find out that it was Paul’s dad! Why did he do this? They learned that he wanted to test the boys and see what they would do if they were in danger.
George and Paul decided that James should go out and check. Since none of them had brought a phone, Paul gave James a watch and told him to come back in half an hour no matter what happened. After James went away, George and Paul heard the noise, and they could clearly recognize that the noise wasn’t coming from the wind. It was coming from the forest nearby, and it was getting louder and louder. The night was dark as ink, and every second seemed to come with fear and uncertainty. George and Paul began to regret going camping since they had nobody to contact and nothing to make themselves safe.
Just then, someone began to unzip the entry to the tent from outside. George and Paul were frightened by the sudden light of a torch. Then they saw some fully armed people looking at them with James! One of them took off his mask and said, “Don’t be afraid, we’re firefighters. We found your friend walking alone in the dark. Someone told us they saw a fire on the grassland, and they were afraid that the whole forest may catch on fire, so they called us, and we came. We heard people talking and laughing in the tent, and we were all scared because we thought someone may get injured or die because of the fire, so we hid in the forest nearby and watched you guys quietly.” They all laughed and George explained that they were camping. In the end, the firefighters reminded them to take care of themselves this summer. The three then went back to sleep peacefully.
George and Paul decided that James should go out and check. But James refused at once. As they were arguing over who should explore the unknown, the noise become even louder. Suddenly, to their surprise, the noise stopped near their tent. Frightened, the three fell silent and listened carefully. They heard the sound of biting, and then chewing. After a few minutes, the noise began to approach again. “You need to check it NOW!” Whispered George to James with extreme fear. Realizing their situation, James reluctantly nodded at last.
Just then, someone began to unzip the entry to the tent from outside. Too frightened to move an inch, George and his friends stood rooted to the ground, watching as a furry hand, then a brown figure, came in. Paul nearly cried out, but in the light of their fire, they discovered that it was a monkey with a hotdog in its left hand and a rope around its neck. It seemed like a circus had lost an important member. Not shy or scared at all, the monkey stretched out its right hand, begging for food. With trembling fingers, George handed out a hotdog. The monkey accepted it delightedly, giving them a funny bow before turning away. Seeing it finally leave, George, Paul and James all sighed in relief. The jungle now fell silent once again, but none of them could fall asleep.
George and Paul decided that James should go out and check. With their eyes fixed upon him, full of expectations, James immediately felt a heavy load put on his shoulders. He stared at the entry to the tent, his heart racing uncontrollably, his hands sweating. They heard the noise again. Before James could move, a dark figure had stopped in front of the entry, blocking the bright, burning light of the camp fire. Seized by mixed feelings of curiosity and fear, the boys felt their hearts beating faster than a galloping horse.
Just then, someone began to unzip the entry to the tent from outside. Staring at the zipper moving slowly, they began to shake in the dark. “We can’t wait like this. We are men. We must fight,” George ordered suddenly in a determined voice, though a little frightened. "Yes!" the other two agreed bravely. As soon as they exited the tent, two men appeared before them. “I’m sorry to frighten you, but we are astronomers and are out here to watch tonight’s spectacular meteor shower. Would you like to join us?” Knowing that the sounds they had heard came from human beings, the boys immediately flopped on the ground in relief, their fear vanishing completely. They enjoyed the rest of their night, but knew that their camping trips would never be the same.
George and Paul decided that James should go out and check. “No, I can’t! It’s too dangerous!” James said. With the light from the flashlight, George and Paul could clearly see the look of fear on James’ face. Suddenly, they heard the loud noiseagain. The tent filled with silence. “It is not the wind!” George whispered. “Then what could it be?” Paul asked. “Look! Oh no!” James shouted. “Someone lit our campfire! Who was it?”
Just then, someone began to unzip the entry to the tent from outside. “No...no!” George was extremely frightened. He hid himself under the quilt, shaking. The air was frozen. It seemed that time had stopped at that moment. James and Paul couldn’t even breathe. “Happy birthday!” someone shouted. All of a sudden, a head appeared at the entrance of the tent. “George, come out, come out! Don’t be scared!” a familiar voice said. “It’s your mom!” They took off the quilt, which still covered George’s head. To their surprise, George was crying. “Oh, George! It’s me!” George’s mom held George in her arms. It was already 12:01 a.m. A brand new day had started, and it was George’s birthday. There was nothing to worry about.