Francis by Rallen

Francis

Francis Brandywine and her family were regular visitors to Quetico Park. They enjoyed the outdoors; kayaking, tramping and camping. This trip was unusual due to the strange mystery.

A 17 year old girl named Francis Brandywine, stayed up all night until her family were fast asleep. She came out of the tent and carried her journal through the cold, misty forest. She noticed a boat, floating by the mystical lake of Quetico Park. So she made her way to the boat and rowed for 20 minutes. She looked back and was satisfied of where she was.

Francis laid there, looking at the dark blue sky and relaxed for a bit. All of a sudden, there was a knock at the bottom of the boat. Knock, Knock, Knock! Francis stood up and was shaken with fear. She shook her head, kneeled down and checked over the side of the boat, to see if anything bump or drifted  into it, however nothing was there. So she laid back down again and started thinking about the mysterious noise. Silence stretched out. The Knock came back again but it was even louder. The boat was shaking. She decided to take one of the oars and put it in the lake. There was a strong, silent tug. She jumped back, losing the other oar and now she has no options.

It was almost midnight. Francis was still there in the boat, crying. She wished that it wouldn’t happen again. But she was wrong. The knock came again but it was louder than a bass drum. Francis was jumping in the air. She couldn’t stop. She wrote in her journal the whole night. The knocking wouldn’t stop.

The next day, the boat was empty. All that was left, was her frantic drawings inside her journal. But on the last page, a wet muddy looking fingerprint, wrote

                                    “ I did knock first.”