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but we don’t have to share a cabin with them.” Then she noticed Martin, too. She stopped talking, and the three girls sat staring, waiting for Martin to say something. He didn’t.
    “What’s your name?” Melissa said.
    “Martin.”
    “Well, Martin, can we help you? Is there some reason you’re eavesdropping on our conversation?”
    Martin thought about it for a second before answering. “Will you show me your telescope?” he said.

5.
    Martin was assigned to Cabin Seven. Chip showed him the way.
    “You’re going to be in one of the old cabins,” Chip said. “The girls all live in the new cabins.” He pointed to the ridge that overlooked the ocean. The cabins didn’t look like cabins at all. They looked like regular buildings, all made out of cement, bright lights inside.
    “Air conditioning, plumbing, the works,” Chip said, still pointing to the girl cabins. “We just built them this year. There are plans to build more after the season’s over, but for now the boys have got the same cabins as always.” He winked at Martin and said, “That’s what camp is all about, if you ask me. Haunted cabins and having to run through the woods in the middle of the night to pee.”
    Martin could see the old cabins now, wooden and broken-down looking, set back in the woods. They blended in with the trees around them.
    “You aren’t afraid of ghosts, are you?” Chip said, winking again. People look so stupid when they wink.
    There was a boy in the cabin already. Brown hair. Skinny. Weird teeth.
    “Hey,” he said, sticking his hand out for Martin. “I’m Ricky.”
    “My name’s Martin,” Martin said. The two boys shook hands and Chip grinned.
    “You can have any bunk you want,” Ricky said. “Except this one’s Adrian’s, and that one in the corner on the bottom is mine. You should take that other corner bunk so I don’t have to sleep near a weirdo. You get some weirdo kids at summer camp,” he said. “They let anyone in.” Chip laughed at that.
    Martin walked to the other corner bunk and set his suitcase on the bed.
    “Already settled right in,” Chip said. “Look at him. He’s not afraid to live in the haunted cabin.”
    There was nowhere for Martin to unpack his clothes. His shirts were going to have to stay folded in the suitcase, which was unacceptable. There were no closets here, no drawers. Nowhere to hang a hanger. The glass in the window was broken. Martin took a deep breath and let it go. This was where he was now. In a cabin, in the woods.
    There weren’t supposed to be drawers in a cabin. The windows were meant to be broken and ragged. Get in the spirit, Martin told himself. Think of it like a horror movie. A haunted cabin, like Chip said. Don’t worry about your clothes. Worry about who’s going to die first. Who will find the body? Will it have all its limbs? Think about an axe cutting through the air. This was an adventure.
    His shirts were going to get creases.
    * * *
    Outside, Ricky showed Martin the Flying Fox. It was a wire tied to two poles. One of the poles was short so the wire was just above their heads, and the other pole was five feet higher and twenty feet away.
    You climbed up a ladder to the higher pole and took hold of this metal bar. Then you jumped and held on like your life depended on it and you went flying along the wire toward the shorter pole. At Martin’s school they just called this a zip line. Here it was the Flying Fox.
    “There was a kid, like, five years ago,” Ricky said, “who didn’t let go in time, and he bounced right off that short pole and landed on his head. Everyone could hear his neck snap. I know a kid who was here that year and he said he was over by the canteen and he still heard the kid’s neck snap. Everyone watching heard the weird grinding sound when the kid tried to get up again. Every single person said they couldn’t forget that sound even if they wanted to.”
    You could tell Ricky had told the story before. He made little