Chapter 1: Children 

    A man sat near a campfire. He was on a camping trip with his family. His wife, Emily, and his three children, Aidan, Brooks, and Suzie.

    "Tell us a story," seven-year-old Brooks said, burning his stick in the coals of the fire.

    "A creepy story," Aidan, who was thirteen, and Suzie, who was five, said in unison.

    "I don't know," he said. "your mother needs you to fall asleep. Maybe a creepy story isn't a good idea."

    "Please!" all the children pleaded. Brooks took his 

stick out of the fire to clasp his hands together and a small spark fell onto Suzie's jeans. She got up and started to yell. "Get it off! It's burning up my skin!!!"

    Emily ran over to her daughter and assured her that there was nothing to worry about. Suzie cast a resentful glare at Brooks who groaned as Emily lectured him on campfire safety. "It isn't my fault, Mom. Suzie is just a big sissy!"

    "She is your younger sister and you should act better around her," Emily said firmly. Aidan started to chuckle. Brooks sat down, then turned back to his father. 

    "Can you tell the creepy story now?"

    Emily shrugged, "Might as well, dear."

  So their father put his hands together, thinking. Then, he leaned forward and whispered, "Have you ever heard the story of the Deceiver?"

   "Isn't that the name of the devil in the Bible?" Suzie asked as Brooks laughed.

    "Yeah, Suzie. But it isn't about him," he scoffed.

   "No, dear," the father said. "This is a different story. Well, where should I start? Hmm. . ."

  "The beginning, of course!" Suzie yelled, making Brooks push her and say,

    "Be quiet! I don't want to be annoyed by you!"

  Emily gave Brooks a significant glance and he apologized immediately to the sad Suzie. They all stared at their father as he frowned and said, "I guess I could start at the beginning. Well, get ready for the most fascinating story you ever heard."

    All three children leaned forward as their father took a deep breath and then he began the story that would change their lives forever . . .

                        Chapter 2: The Story

    It all started centuries ago when the first tribes began to grow into cities in the distant county of India. The locals lived in peace for years, their children grew and had their own, and their cities and towns prospered. But then, an evil descended on the land near a small village. It was said by the locals that this spirit entered their people and made them commit evil acts. They also said that whenever it wasn't inside someone, it took the shape of a tiger. People who had been taken captive by this spirit claim that it deceived them into

committing the acts. So it was given the name "Deceiver". 

    Over the years, the leaders tried to find ways to get rid of the Deceiver. They tried everything, but nothing worked, and their people were always in danger. Finally, a man by the name of Mujali Chaj, found a way to keep the beast away. Every week he would offer a burnt sacrifice of an ox near the forest where the Deceiver lived. Assistants would fan the smoke from the fire into the forest and it would keep the Deceiver away, protecting the people of the village.

    Mujali was praised and made leader of the village. 

He assigned priests to make the sacrifices every week to keep the Deceiver away. 

    But the Deceiver was smart, and he lived forever. So he decided to wait until Mujali died, then the sacrifices would stop coming, and he could enter the village again. But because no one lived in the forest, he had no one to enter. And if he doesn't have anyone, then he will slowly change into his chosen form and have to stay it forever. So, over the years, the Deceiver slowly became a tiger, keeping his powers deep inside himself.

   The leader that took Mujali's place was his son, Opil.

Opil's children then took leadership after he passed. And the Deceiver was forgotten and the village fell into peace once more. Meanwhile, the Deceiver had lost his powers and couldn't attack the people, even after they stopped the sacrifices. But his mind still remained in the tiger, and it is said that the Deceiver still roams the forests in India, trying to find and kill all of the descendants of Mujali.

               Chapter 3: India

  It has been years since the story around the campfire. All three children are now young adults with jobs. Brooks, a worker at Weis, was just finishing his shift. His friends, Julio and Mila, were talking with him in the parking lot. 

    "So, will you be able to make it?" Mila was asking. "It's going to be super fun!"

    "Where are you guys flying to again?" Brooks said.

    "India. For our week off we want to go somewhere mysterious and scary!" Julio said enthusiastically. "So 

we are going to a tourist site. It is a ruined village said to be the place where an evil spirit called the Deceiver roamed, until the people defeated it."

    "What?" Brooks asked, the memory of his father's story coming into his mind.

    "Oh, it isn't true, just an old local legend. Besides, we already bought the tickets for all three of us." Mila said.

   "You aren't scared to go, are you, Brooks?" said Julio, smirking.

    "No! I just . . . sure, I'll go."

    "Great! We'll meet you at the airport on Friday. 

The flight leaves at 12:30, okay?" said Mila.

    "Yep." Brooks waved bye to his friends as he drove away, thinking of what he had just agreed to. He shook his head, I am such a sissy! Come on Brooks! There is no real spirit, it was just a story. He felt like he should act older, because he was now nineteen. But he still felt like he wanted someone else to come with him. He picked up his phone and called Julio, "Hey man. So I was just wondering if I could bring along two other people. Don't worry, I will pay for their tickets. Really? I can? Thanks man. Bye."

    He punched in another number and put the phone