The Second Worst Crossover Fic EVER

The Second Worst Crossover Fic Ever

Angela led Ginny through the woods. She couldn't believe Rob. Telling that awful story to the children. No doubt that was what had gotten Ginny out of her bunk so late and telling that equally awful story to the counselors.

The two arrived at Ginny's cabin. Angela bade her young charge goodnight.

"There's nothing to be afraid of," she had said in a cheerful tone, "I'm here."

Ginny smiled back and wished Angela a goodnight and went to bed like a good girl.

Angela thought about Ginny on the walk back. She really was a good girl. It was Rob who had made her tell that awful story. His influence anyway.

Rob was the bad one, not Ginny.

Angela would have to do something about that.

A number of the other counselors emerged from the forest, talking amongst themselves.

"Is Rob still up there?" Angela asked one of them.

"Yeah," said a pretty blond named Stacy, "he's alone up there getting drunk."

Angela smiled and thanked Stacy. She continued up towards the bonfire and looked around for anything that she could use. A rock? No, too savage. A stick? No, don't be silly. Aha! There, right by the firewood pile, she saw the perfect tool.

Ginny still couldn't sleep. Through her eight-year-old eyes, every silhouette looked like a monster. Every shadow, a potential hiding place for a madman.

Then Ginny heard something. It sounded like someone was chopping wood.

That's funny, she thought, who'd be doing that this late.

Although her every instinct was against it, Ginny got out of bed again. She opened the cabin's screen door and stepped out into the night. It was a fairly distant sound and it was coming from the direction of the bonfire.

Ginny walked in the direction of the sound. The cool night air nipped at her bare feet as she pushed through the branches.

Suddenly, the sound stopped. It was replaced by a savage growl of frustration and the sound of footsteps. The footsteps sounded like they were heading in Ginny's direction.

Ginny panicked. She turned around 180 degrees and ran. Branches scratched at her, but she didn't care. She had to get away.

When she reached her cabin, she quickly opened the door and threw herself under her covers. She could still hear the footsteps. They kept getting closer and clearer. It sounded like someone was dragging something.

Closer...closer...closer.

Then, a shape moved past Ginny's window. She couldn't see who or what it was. But, somehow, she knew it wasn't friendly.

The footsteps stopped. Whoever or whatever was out there was breathing hard and heavy. It was a raspy, savage sound. Almost a growl.

Ginny could hear whoever or whatever it was rummaging through some of the camping equipment. She wished that she had been old enough to carry a wand.

Then, there was a savage "aha" of satisfaction and both the footsteps and the dragging sound became fainter. Fainter...fainter still. Almost imperceptible.

Both sounds stopped altogether. Then, in the distance, a new sound presented itself. Motorized and gas powered, but with a distinct buzzing sound. It was accompanied by by a wet sound, like rain or a garden hose.

Ginny didn't know how long the sounds went on for before they stopped. But she did know one thing, she wouldn't be sleeping any time that night.

But Ginny did sleep, however. When she awoke in the morning, a truly delicious smell had permeated the air.

Angela marched into Ginny's cabin and blew her little whistle.

"Okay everybody," Angela announced in her typically cheery tone, "up and at em'. Breakfast is ready!"

Ginny lifted her own groggy body from the comfort of her bed. She was too tired to walk, so she just let her feet follow her nose in the direction of that heavenly smell. She walked out the door and made a beeline for the...

"BACON" Ginny exclaimed.

"Yup," said Angela, "eat up before it gets cold."

That morning's breakfast turned out to be a real hit among the campers. Even Ginny forgot the previous night's troubles and helped herself to three servings of bacon.

Angela smiled, proud of herself. Thanks Rob, she thought, you may be a lousy counselor, but your a great main course.

THE END?