The Haunted Forest A Campfire Story
- 3 months ago
It was supposed to be a fun camping trip. Corey and his friends had heard stories about the haunted forest, but they didn't believe them. They thought it was just a legend, a way to scare tourists and kids. They wanted to prove their bravery and have some adventure.
They set up their tents near a clearing, surrounded by tall, dark trees. They lit a fire and roasted marshmallows, telling jokes and laughing. They didn't notice the shadows moving in the woods, or the faint howls in the distance.
They decided to play a game of truth or dare. Corey was the first to go. He picked dare, feeling confident. His friend Matt grinned and said, "I dare you to go into the forest and find the old cabin. It's supposed to be haunted by the ghost of a man who was killed by a Bigfoot."
Corey hesitated. He had heard of the cabin, but he didn't know if it was real or not. He didn't want to admit he was scared, but he also didn't want to go alone. He asked if he could take someone with him, but Matt shook his head. "No, you have to go by yourself. That's the dare. Don't worry, we'll wait for you here. It's not far, just follow the trail."
Corey sighed and got up. He grabbed a flashlight and a backpack, and headed into the forest. He felt a chill in the air, and a sense of dread. He tried to ignore it, and told himself it was just a game. He followed the trail, which was marked by faded signs and broken branches. He heard the fire crackling behind him, and the voices of his friends fading away.
He walked for about ten minutes, until he reached a fork in the path. He looked at the signs, which were barely readable. One said "Cabin", and the other said "Lake". He decided to go to the cabin, hoping to find it quickly and get back to his friends. He turned left, and continued on the trail.
He soon regretted his choice. The trail became narrower and steeper, and the trees became thicker and darker. He felt like he was being watched, and he heard strange noises in the forest. He heard rustling, snapping, growling, and breathing. He shone his flashlight around, but he saw nothing. He quickened his pace, hoping to reach the cabin soon.
He finally saw a clearing ahead, and a glimpse of a wooden structure. He felt a surge of relief, and ran towards it. He reached the cabin, and pushed the door open. It was dark and dusty inside, and smelled of mold and decay. He saw a fireplace, a table, a chair, and a bed. He also saw a skeleton, lying on the bed, holding a machete.
He gasped, and backed away. He realized this was the ghost of the man who was killed by a Bigfoot. He wondered how he died, and why he was still here. He felt a cold hand grab his shoulder, and a voice whisper in his ear, "You shouldn't have come here. He's still out there. He's coming for you."
He screamed, and turned around. He saw a pale, translucent face, with sunken eyes and a gaping mouth. He recognized it as the man who owned the cabin. He tried to shake him off, but he was too strong. He felt his gr
They set up their tents near a clearing, surrounded by tall, dark trees. They lit a fire and roasted marshmallows, telling jokes and laughing. They didn't notice the shadows moving in the woods, or the faint howls in the distance.
They decided to play a game of truth or dare. Corey was the first to go. He picked dare, feeling confident. His friend Matt grinned and said, "I dare you to go into the forest and find the old cabin. It's supposed to be haunted by the ghost of a man who was killed by a Bigfoot."
Corey hesitated. He had heard of the cabin, but he didn't know if it was real or not. He didn't want to admit he was scared, but he also didn't want to go alone. He asked if he could take someone with him, but Matt shook his head. "No, you have to go by yourself. That's the dare. Don't worry, we'll wait for you here. It's not far, just follow the trail."
Corey sighed and got up. He grabbed a flashlight and a backpack, and headed into the forest. He felt a chill in the air, and a sense of dread. He tried to ignore it, and told himself it was just a game. He followed the trail, which was marked by faded signs and broken branches. He heard the fire crackling behind him, and the voices of his friends fading away.
He walked for about ten minutes, until he reached a fork in the path. He looked at the signs, which were barely readable. One said "Cabin", and the other said "Lake". He decided to go to the cabin, hoping to find it quickly and get back to his friends. He turned left, and continued on the trail.
He soon regretted his choice. The trail became narrower and steeper, and the trees became thicker and darker. He felt like he was being watched, and he heard strange noises in the forest. He heard rustling, snapping, growling, and breathing. He shone his flashlight around, but he saw nothing. He quickened his pace, hoping to reach the cabin soon.
He finally saw a clearing ahead, and a glimpse of a wooden structure. He felt a surge of relief, and ran towards it. He reached the cabin, and pushed the door open. It was dark and dusty inside, and smelled of mold and decay. He saw a fireplace, a table, a chair, and a bed. He also saw a skeleton, lying on the bed, holding a machete.
He gasped, and backed away. He realized this was the ghost of the man who was killed by a Bigfoot. He wondered how he died, and why he was still here. He felt a cold hand grab his shoulder, and a voice whisper in his ear, "You shouldn't have come here. He's still out there. He's coming for you."
He screamed, and turned around. He saw a pale, translucent face, with sunken eyes and a gaping mouth. He recognized it as the man who owned the cabin. He tried to shake him off, but he was too strong. He felt his gr