Camping Trip Gone Wrong

You and your three closest friends decide to go camping. You arrive and set up camp nearly three miles away from where you left your car. Late that evening, as you sit around the campfire roasting marshmallows, one of your friends reveals a deep dark secret that turns what was to be a fun weekend into one of the scariest weekends of your life.

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  1. politefairy

    We three friends were sitting by the fire and savoring the tempting marshmallows dipped in creamy and rich melted chocolate. The stars took their positions in the night sky and the moon hung like a grey white lantern against the black velvet sky. A cool billowy breeze was making our hair dance on our head. We continued to chatter and enjoy our freedom from studies basking in the elegance of the weekends.
    We had come to these woods for celebrating our weekend.
    Suddenly there was a beeping sound and a red light came glowing from the depths of the woods to our clearing. We exchanged glances and an eerie mood hung over us. One of my friends Samar got up calmly and started to walk towards the source of the light, can you believe it, like she was just going to get her torch from there. She gestured to not follow her and I stared in Stacey’s dark amber eyes. I tried to shout to Samar but she was swallowed by the darkness and the trees covering her. I sat there motionless staring blankly and stupidly where Samar had been moments ago. I snapped out of my daze and jerked my head towards Stacey. She stared at me.
    After a long silence she muttered,” Hey Alina! What the heck was that???”
    ” I don’t know what Samar was doing. I think she has gone mad.” I replied to her
    ” But where is she? We only came here to enjoy and now this is what is happening.” Stacey cried exasperatedly staring again into the woods.
    I chewed my bottom lip. I was anxious and many questions swirled in my mind. What was in there? Where was Samar? Was she hurt or worse dead? I gulped and stood up from the log. Stacey was still crying, her face blotched by the tears. She very much admired Samar and she could not bear the thought of Samar hurt or dead.
    I said,”Stacey I think we ought to find Samar. Come on do not be a child. Take your torch with you and some spare batteries.”
    “Don’t tell me we are going in there”. Stacey murmured.
    “Oh yes we are.” I replied to her, my voice shaking.
    She gathered her courage and stood up. We switched on our torches and set off. Soon the trees covered us and we were in total darkness, our torches the only guide. Many mouse and rats ran from the light and I saw a snake slithering in the undergrowth. I shuddered.
    The woods were spooky and I trembled.
    Suddenly there was a snap of a twig behind us. We froze. Then another and another and another. Looked like there were four people.
    I shouted my voice quivering,”Who is there? Show yourself.”
    Suddenly a soft sound said,”Alina is that you?”
    My gosh! That was Samar. What was she doing here. I pointed my torch towards the sound. There she was, our Samar but wait! She had three people behind her. Who were they?
    There was a clap and the forest was washed in light. My and Stacey’s mouth hung open. We were in a bigger clearing and Samar was there with three people behind her.
    What was going on. A voice inside my head screamed.
    We were seated on the ground and waiting to have my questions answered I started to say but I was interrupted by Samar.
    She said” Um Alina and Stacey I wanted to tell you something……..she glanced at the three people beside her…………..I am a spy and a good one.”
    That was something weird and a spooky secret. Stacey and I stared at her spellbound………………………..

  2. marydelta

    We had decided that we would try cooking with cast iron over an open fire. Frances was in charge of the stew meat, I would do the potatoes and veggies, and the other two, who were lovable but useless, brought booze and s’mores stuff.

    I hadn’t seen Frances in months, not since she’d left on her journey to “find herself.” She was always doing stuff like that… maybe someday, it would stick.

    Frances browned the meat in the pot that was nestled in the ashes. We’d all volunteered in the kitchen at the historic fort when the kids were in fourth grade, and we knew what we were doing. Kim poured us a bunch of boxed wine. Christina kept popping marshmallows into her mouth. I added the veggies to the stew, and we drank while it simmered.

    It’s amazing how much boxed wine you can consume when you’re waiting for stew to be ready. By the time we dug in, we were beyond tipsy. So when Frances started talking, we were in a haze…

    “Masha. You know I’ve always loved your husband.”

    “Yes. Thank goodness we all got through that.”

    “I didn’t, not really.”

    “Huh? What do you mean? We all went to counseling about it…”

    “Yeah, well… he never stopped loving me, either. Not until a few months ago. I’m not sure what happened, but I just wanted to be honest with you.”

    I kinda noticed something, but hadn’t really paid attention… the wine and all… Frances hadn’t been eating the stew. Just drinking. Steadily.

    “Masha. He made me give up something precious to me. I’m so sorry that I couldn’t figure out how to tell you sooner…”

    Dunno why, but I looked at the stew. It tasted like goat, maybe wild game…

    “He told me the baby inside of me wasn’t his.”

    I stopped eating the stew. Needless to say, we never got to the s’mores.

  3. mommywrites

    It had been an intensely long and busy week and I was ecstatic to say “yes” to a weekend of camping with my three best pals. I was packed and ready to go, with enough bug spray to repel the entire Amazon, when Mags and the girls pulled up to my house. “Lyla!” all three exclaimed as I twisted the key in my lock and leaped into the backseat of the convertible. “Let’s ride!” I shouted with a whoop as we pulled out, quickly leaving the city’s roar behind us, exchanging it for the country’s lullaby. Bridgette, my truest friend and mastermind behind out weekend getaway, led us in chorus after chorus of old children’s songs long forgotten. In three hours’ time we arrived at a heavily wooded, and fully secluded, area where Mags parked her precious car off a beaten path and killed the engine. We all sat very still, surveying our surroundings with great timidity. All except for Bridgette, who excitedly bound from the car and exclaimed “isn’t it marvelous?!” as she twirled around. “Um, Bridge…there’s no one around for miles and there’s no campground,” Tawny observed. “That’s he best part! Come on! Grab your gear, guys! We still have a three mile hike before we reach out campsite!” With even greater doubt than before, we each grabbed our packs and followed our fearless (and crazy) leader into the woods. In spite of the heat and bugs, we managed to joke our way through the hike and reached camp before we knew it. “This is it! Here’s where we will pitch the tent and over here we’ll build our fire and…” Bridgette’s voice was soon tuned out by our shock as we observed our “campsite”, which was a tiny clearing with poison ivy surrounding every inch of it. We grudgingly set up camp while Bridgette talked non-stop about various customers she encountered this week at the bank where she works. One hour before sundown, we finally sat down to a hearty meal and were roasting marshmallows on the fire when Bridgette’s eyes suddenly turned dark and serious. “There’s a reason I asked you guys out here.” All eyes turned to hers as she continued. “You all know someone robbed my bank two weeks ago, right?” We all nod. “They still haven’t found the thieves, but they will. I’m certain of it.” We exchange looks and I ask “how can you be sure? They’re probably long gone by now.” She shakes her head. “No. They’re still in the area. In fact, I’m looking at the right now.” We sit very still, processing her words and then we all burst into laughter. “I’m dead serious,” she states. “The police have all the evidence they need to convict you. Or at least they will, if you don’t help me dig up the money and disappear.” The next thing I know, I’m staring down the barrel of a gun and my best friend is holding the trigger.

    Liz Morquecho-short story

    1. politefairy

      Fantastic??
      But I did not really understand the last paragraph, she shakes her head………………..my best friend is holding the trigger!

  4. indy55ainge

    I savoured a masterfully browned marshmallow. Frogs croaked and various nocturnal bugs sang, serenading our campfire evening.

    “Do you guys believe in reincarnation?” Questioned Jack.

    I snorted. First, I’m not a guy and neither is Grace . But that didn’t matter around Jack. We were all just good friends. No hang ups allowed.

    “Seriously,” Jack said.

    Looking up from the mesmerizing flicker of the fire, I noticed Jack’s intense expression. The insects and frogs hushed as a chill wind circled our camp.

    “No,” I answered. Beside me, Grace shivered and shook her head in response.

    Jack stood, pacing across from the log that Grace and I sat, the fire separating us.

    “I didn’t either, really,” Jack began, “until I met Elizabeth Brighton” He grinned, then continued. “I scared her so much she ran right off the set of her show.”

    Jack stopped pacing, the fire reflecting, making his eyes glow an evil red. “She’d never had such a strong reading and wanted to have me arrested, get this, for future crimes.” He laughed.

    “Wait,” I said, remembering a news article from a few days ago. “Lizzy Brighton? That TV woman? She was murdered the other day.”

    Jack stepped closer, almost in the fire. “I couldn’t let my secret out yet. She knew, sensed, too much.”

    “Stop!” Grace screamed, jumping up. “You’re scaring me. This is crazy.”

    Jack moved faster than lightening through the fire! I saw the flash of metal. Grace’s renewed screaming stopped abruptly, her throat cut nearly to decapitation. On the ground, Sarah lay still, her dulled eyes not reflecting the fire. Over her body, Jack handled his knife, violating her horrifically.

    Numbed beyond speech, I kicked the hot embers and burning wood at Jack, catching his clothing on fire.

    grinding in anger and pain, Jack turned, lunging at me. I jumped back, tripping over the log where Grace and I had sat toasting marshmallows. A flaming torch now, Jack stumbled over the log. His eyes no longer reflected the fire, they were fire. As he fell, the knife slashed across my arm, stinging as the flesh parted.

    Heedless of the pain, I hurried out of reach of the knife and the flames. I couldn’t turn away. The stench engulfed me in a way that I knew could never be washed away.

    1. philNthe_____

      You forgot to change one of the Sarah’s to Grace in your story, since you know, you like totes ripped off the last persons story and what not.

  5. Icabu

    I savored a masterfully browned marshmallow, thoroughly enjoying the late-week camping escape with two best friends. Frogs croaked and various nocturnal bugs sang, serenading our campfire evening.

    “Do you guys believe in reincarnation?”

    I snorted. First, I’m not a guy and neither is Sarah. But that didn’t matter around Tom. We were all just good friends. No hang-ups allowed.

    “Seriously,” Tom said.

    Looking up from the mesmerizing flicker of the fire, I noticed Tom’s intense expression. The insects and frogs hushed as a chill wind circled our encampment.

    “No,” I answered. Beside me, Sarah shivered and shook her head in response.

    Tom stood, pacing across from the log that Sarah and I sat, the fire separating us.

    “I didn’t either, really,” Tom began, “until I met Elizabeth Brighton, the Medium.” He grinned, then continued. “I scared her so much she ran right off the set of her show.”

    Tom stopped pacing, the fire reflecting, making his eyes glow an evil red. “She’d never had such a strong reading and wanted to have me arrested, get this, for future crimes.” He laughed.

    “Wait,” I said, remembering a news article from a few days ago. “Lizzy Brighton? That TV hocus-pocus woman? She was murdered the other day.”

    Tom stepped closer, almost in the fire. “I couldn’t let my secret out yet. She knew, sensed, too much.”

    “Stop!” Sarah screamed, jumping up. “You’re scaring me. This is crazy.”

    Tom moved faster than lightening – through the fire? I saw the flash of metal before it registered. Sarah’s renewed screaming stopped abruptly, her throat cut nearly to decapitation. On the ground, Sarah lay still, her dulled eyes not reflecting the fire. Over her body, Tom wielded his knife, violating her horrifically.

    Numbed beyond speech, I kicked the hot embers and burning wood at Tom, catching his clothing on fire.

    Screeching in anger and pain, Tom turned, lunging at me. I jumped back, tripping over the log where Sarah and I had sat toasting marshmallows. A flaming torch now, Tom stumbled over the log. His eyes no longer reflected the fire – they were fire. As he fell, the knife slashed across my arm, stinging as the flesh parted.

    Heedless of the pain, I scampered out of reach – of the knife and the flames. The pop and hiss gagged me but I couldn’t turn away. The stench engulfed me in a way that I knew could never be washed away.

    Would anyone else believe that Jackson Thomas Rypken was Jack The Ripper incarnate? I now believed.

  6. sydneybear

    The day has finally come. I’m turning 18 along with my three closest friends. The four of us are inseparable. Zack is my best friend that I have known since we were toddlers. Then there is Flora, she moved here when she was 9. The last to join our little group was Deigo that moved here to live with his Grandparents after his parents were killed when he was 16.

    We all live in a small town of 2700 people so there are not too many kids our age, but that is not why we are so close. We all share the same birthday and a big secret. You see, our town is quite unusual. We have one of the largest wolf packs in North America.

    Tonight at midnight all four of us will be 18 and will do our first change. We park the car at the end of a dirt road and continue on foot to our spot nearly three miles into the woods. We set up the tents and get a fire going just in time as it is getting dark. We all sit around the campfire. The atmosphere is electric. We are all just bubbling with anticipation. Zack passed a bag of marshmallows around for our roasting marshmallow contest that we have at every camp out.

    As we always do, we eat too many marshmallows and as always Flora wins the marshmallow competition. We all lay back and start telling scary stories. Deigo pipes up and says that he has the best scary story ever. We all sit up and look at him because he is usually the quiet one and never joins in telling stories.

    “I have been waiting for this moment to share with you how my parents died. I told you that they died in a car crash, but that is not 100% true. We were on our way to visit my Uncle and we got lost. We ended up going down a dirt road. We lost cell coverage so my Dad got out to see if he could get higher to get service. He was gone about 20 minutes when we hear him yell “Start the car!” as he is running toward us in the car. My Mom jumped into the driver seat to start the car, but the keys where not in the ignition. Dad had them. We look out the windshield and see a dark blur jump out of the woods and attack my Dad. I can still hear his screams. My Mom got out of the car and pulled my sister and me out of the back seat. We start running, but my Sister tripped on a branch. My mom turned back to help her, but as she was lifting my sister up, I see the creatures that killed my father. One grabbed my sister from my Mom’s arms as the other knocked my Mom to the ground. You see, it was not a wild animal that killed them, but it was one of YOUR KIND. Flora’s brother Daniel and Casey’s sister Meagan that killed them. It was that day that I vowed to make them suffer that way that I did by killing their siblings. I’m sorry Zack, but you are collateral damage.” With that he pulled out a gun and shot Zack right between the eyes.

    Flora and I jump up and start running for the car. I hear another shot and scream. Flora was just shot. I have to get to the car. I’m the last one. As I get close the car I can feel the change coming on. With one more stride I change into a jet black wolf. I can see the car just as I feel this intense pain in my side. I slide to a stop just inches from the car. Deigo stands there above me.

    “I must admit you are a beautiful creature after your change, but I must say Goodbye.” He raising his hand and shoots me again, but this time in the heart. I can feel myself changing back as my heart takes it last beat.

  7. vrneal30

    “I met someone when I first moved to Los Angeles.” Erica said softly.
    I paused in the middle of chewing on my ‘smore sandwich’ and stared at her over the flames of the fantastic fire. I didn’t like the tone in her voice. Erica had just moved to Los Angeles, California only two weeks ago, and had put together this trip with the rest of us upon visiting before she returned back home.
    “Like who?” Eboni finally asked, not even looking at Erica. Neither was Jayce, who sat trying to get his cell phone to receive reception through the trees.
    I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She gazed at me through those flames with a strange smile on her face. “Vivian, you might like this.”
    “And why would I like it?” I asked immediately, not missing the fact that she’d singled me out as well as watched me closely.
    “‘Cause you’re the one with that ‘horror mentality’, aren’t you?”
    “What are you trying to say Erica?” I demanded. Our other friends weren’t paying attention to this exchange that we were having.
    “I’m not trying to say anything, I’m saying that I met someone in Los Angeles.”
    “What about him or her?” Eboni finally looked at Erica with a grin on her face.
    “Him.” Erica glanced at her briefly before focusing back on me. “I met this guy while on my career-hunting journey. He owns a lot of businesses in California.” Our eyes stayed connected the entire time that she spoke, and a chill went over my skin at the way that her eyes glowed from where she sat. She was on the other side of me, clearly at least ten or fifteen feet away from me, yet I saw the gleam of the fire in her eyes. “He wanted me to pass a message along to you, seeing as he is your biggest fan and all.”
    My biggest fan? She was beginning to terrify me and I stood. Without a word, she stood along with me…at the exact time that I stood. “What are you talking about?” It was a whisper from my throat, a croak in my own ears.
    “He says you did a wonderful job on the book, and he cannot wait to see it being introduced into the world.”
    My book? Was she talking about the book that I’d been writing for years and was finally finished and now trying to get public? “Who?” I had to get my thoughts together! “Who is he, Erica?”
    “You know who he is.” Her lips spread wider, and it freaked me out. I started to walk away from them.
    “Who are you talking about?” Eboni stood too, looking from Erica to me. Jayce hadn’t looked up from his phone.
    She said his name, the true name of the main character in my book. She said his full name, something I had never told anyone because I’d only come up with his actual full name after I’d revised it and began prepping it for publication. No one knew my character’s true name.
    No one knew what my character was.
    “How do you know his name?” I asked.
    “Because I met him, Vivian. I met your character, who isn’t a character at all. Did you really believe that you could single-handedly conjure one of the most dangerous beings that ever walked on this earth all by your little lonesome…”

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