The Writers' Circle

All Rebecca's  camping trip had been great so far, midnight feasts giggling all night and just a break from everything. Things change though. Tonight she was standing on her own shivering. She had been camping with a Emma but the Emma's mum was rushed to hospital early afternoon so Emma had gone it was just Rebecca or was it? Rebecca saw a shadow on the far side of the graveyard and was surprised when a shiver ran down her back. She had no understanding of anyone else camping there, being there or even being permitted into the grounds. Who? That one word echoed round Rebecca's mind. She saw the shadow creep closer and turned around. She caught a glimpse of cloak a black cloak. Suddenly she could not talk, not breath she fell to the ground and at once knew she had fainted. She slowly brought herself up and looked  up at the gaping figure above her. Her scream travelled for miles around unfortunately there was no for tens of miles. The figure cloak fell down and the person was gone. The cloak had blood splattered around it and her blood ran cold. Rebecca stumbled up but soon fell. What could she do? All she had was herself everything else was back at camp. She knew she was cleverer than that though. She felt for her phone and started dialling in 999 when something fluttered onto her knee. A note was she saved or was this just another turn in the worst night of her life. She opened up the letter and read by the faint dim of the sun going down. It said:
April fools- I hope I didn't scare you too much.
Rebecca felt silly as she thought how much that blood had looked like tomato ketchup. She started to make her way back to camp but on the way she picked up a note that was on the floor it said:

I will be going but sure enough  I will stay around.

Was it a threat? 
A note from Emma saying she was going to be playing a trick on her or just aweird circumstances.