In the Dead of the Night Chapter 1 I stared out of the car window as we drove along. My grandfathers words lingered in my brain. I remembered back to that day, the day when my Grandfather died. He lay coughing on the bed. I stared at him as tears began to well up in my eyes. He eventually said "Everybody leave- I want to talk to Cameron". I looked at him, he wanted a private talk with me? Sure enough though, everyone left the room and I wandered over to the bed he was laying in. He leant close to me and whispered in my ear "I need to tell you something Cameron, a secret" I knelt down and waited. He coughed again and again. I still waited patiently whilst he did so. Eventually he spat out a small pool of blood. "You see that? That means I dont have much time". I stared blankly at the blood. A tear slid down my cheek. "So I can only tell you my message in a riddle" he continued. I looked up at him, he began. "Every year fifty children are sent to camp Moonmare" I cocked my head. Camp Moonmare? That was the camp he used to go to every year as a child. But he wasnt finished yet. "Every year they think its just a normal holiday camp" I waited. He coughed and hacked out his final sentence- "Every year, they are wrong" And with that he leant back against the pillow, smiled, and he was gone. I walked out of the old bedroom and looked at my family. They all knew that he was no longer with us. I thought to myself about his last words: "Every year fifty children are sent to camp Moonmare, every year they think its just an ordinary holiday camp, every year they are wrong". I still had those words eating away at me. What did it mean? Well, i was about to find out. I was told to follow in my grandfather's footsteps, and go to Camp Moonmare every year. I thought that if I did, I would soon solve the mystery of the riddle.