Halloween Scout camp Scare

Start telling scary stories around the fire and see what happens

This is the story about that October night; at scout camp.

 

We were standing around the campfire,

Telling stories about the ax murderer that escaped from the loony bin,

And was last seen in the woods just outside the scout camp.

 

Our parents almost didn't let us go to camp because of it,

And, of course, as kids; we were talking about it and getting our self's all scared.

 

And then we heard it; 

 

The noise, in the woods.

We all shut up and listened, 

We looked around to make sure everyone was around the campfire,

And the scout leaders got out their knives, (just in case)

We threw more logs on the bonfire to build it up, and we heard it again,

 

It sounded like scraping on the ground, 

It was, we were sure of it,  

A foot dragging, sticks breaking, getting closer and closer,,

 

Then on the other side of the fire we heard another noise,

Something in the woods; moving, 

 

Getting closer, they were both getting closer,

One dragging something, the other we could hear real heavy breathing,

 

Then it happened:

 

The dragging stopped,

The noise on the other side of the fire stopped,

 

We all stood there with our backs to the fire so the light wouldn't blind our eyesight,

(old cowboy trick)

 

There it was again; the breathing, even closer,  

We tried to get closer to each other, Safety in numbers, ya know,

 

Then, out of nowhere; it came flying into the circle,

Not just one, but many; coming from every where, hitting us, flying into the fire,

We were being attacked, and we couldn't run away fast enough,

 

The screaming; the CHAOS; boys running,

The fire blazing, creating crazy shadows on the trees,

 

Then we heard the most horrible thing imaginable, 

He had caught one of us,

We heard the blood curdling screams,

 

And the wicked laughter!!

 

Then the screaming stopped. 

We all stood still,

 

Waiting, listening, 

The fire roared, we watched the woods, looking for something;

Anything.

 

Then,,,,,,,,

 

It came rolling across the ground,

We all saw it. We tried to get away from it,

But we were tripping and falling all over each other,

 

It rolled through us and into the fire,

Sparks flew up and we heard it sizzle,

 

It was a bloody head,  

A BLOODY HEAD OF ONE OF US !!!

 

Who was it?

 Who was missing?  WHO WAS DEAD?

 

Some of the boys screamed,

Others took off running in all directions,

 

We heard the laughter, the wicked laughter,

Coming from all around us, 

We were all going to be killed,

We knew it, with out a doubt; we just knew it.

Screams again; They got another one,

 

What do I do? 

AM I NEXT??????

 

I turned to the fire,  

 

BLIND YOURSELF, You won’t see it coming,

 

Then; I looked deeper in to the fire, and saw it looking at me

The hair was burning off; the sizzle was sickening,

 

and,,,,,,,,,,,,,

 

and,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

 

I couldn't believe it, 

How could it be?  

I quickly turned away from the fire,

Staring at the ground,

 

I saw them, in the dirt, a lot of them,

 

Some of them had landed in the fire as they came at us,

And they were sizzling and burning; they smelled so bad,

 

But a smell that I recognized,

They smelled like,

 

Marshmallows????

 

Every one had ran away from the fire,

I was the only one left, 

 

Standing alone, 

 

ALL ALONE,   

 

All was quiet,

Except for the awful sounds coming from the fire.

 

I had to do it; I couldn't leave it in the fire any more,

 

I got a big stick and started trying to get it out of the fire,

But it kept rolling back in, stirring up sparks, and smoke,

 

I worked at it for what seemed like several minutes until it rolled out on the ground.

 

I grabbed a bucket of water and poured all over it, trying to cool it off,

Before I picked it up, because I recognized it.

 

I had to take it back to whom it belonged to, It only seemed like the right thing to do,

 

After all;

 

 

“How is my Dad going to go bowling without his ball?”

 

(my big brother is going to be in deep Dutch)

Author's Note

From a real scout camp when I was a teen.

Reviews

[NoelHC]

Ha ha, now THAT, my friend, was a surprise ending! Well played, sir.
I was also in Scouts, and we used to do lots of camping trips like that. This was back in the days when kids were left to there own devices, and we didn't have scout leaders hovering over us. After a night of scaring each other with stories, we finally turned in.
In the middle of the night, our tent flap was opened and a head poked in, we all damn near wet our sleeping bags! it was out Scout master, he was the town policeman, and had decided to stop in, check on us before he went home for the night.
This little tale sure brought back many fond memories of scouting days.

Be Prepared and Do a Good Turn Daily amigo!

[Trace]

Here in Utah, we have some incredible scout camps up in the Rocky mountains.
The lakes in the high Uintahs are bone chilling for swimming even in the heat of summer but we still jumped right in. But the best times were around the camp fires.
Never forget the time the bear came right into camp. (Maybe another story here)

Thank you so very much for your incredibly kind compliments and comments on my scary story.


Trace

[Audrey M.]

Hahaha I liked this one 😀

[Trace]

Another fun twisted tale.
Glad you enjoyed reading this one.

Trace

[Roland Petrov]

A gripping tale that forces the reader to keep reading. Marshmallows and a bowling ball! Unique.

[Trace]

I am so glad you enjoyed this fun little scribble.
I like pulling the reader into the story and leave them smiling with a fun little twist at the end.

Thank you so much for the very nice comments.

Trace

[Woody]

you are quite the jester yourself, Trace. this is very funny and clever. I'm a sucker for unexpected endings and you delivered. this is a very good one :)

[Trace]

Thank you my friend for your incredibly complimentary comments on this piece.
They are so appreciated.

Trace

[Lydia Shutter]

What a great story.....I think I remember it from the other site we posted on. Not the ending one would have thought was coming. It is a clever story for sure. Lydi**

[Trace]

Thank you for your wonderful comments and compliments (with an "I" ) my dear friend,

Trace

[Lyn Anderson]

Very cute. A fun coming of age story that really could be woven into any book.

[Trace]

Maybe a book for Scouts leaders?????
Thank you for your great comments,

Trace

[Lyn Anderson]

Not necessarily. I think it could be adapted as a background to any male character.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Trace... A Hitchcock ending...
a marshmallow horror story...
a very clever tale around the campfire.
Your imagination is extraordinary.
truly... Pat

[Trace]

Thank you so very much Pat, When your senses are on edge, it is surprising how being attacked by marshmallows can scare the crap out of you.
I am so glad you liked this story,

Trace

[MsJewel]

LOL... I remember this one Trace and it is just as delightful as the first time around. You are quite the storyteller and I'll bet the cutest little boy scout...

Hugs, Julie

[Trace]

I still am a cute boy scout.....
Thank you for your wonderful comments and compliments on my story telling.

Huggs, Trace

[MsJewel]

Will you wear the uniform for me?

[Trace]

Only if we are camping, but you have to wear your girl scout outfit too.

[MsJewel]

I was never a girl scout...I put gum in their hair

[Trace]

Yeh, but you would sure look cute in the outfit.

[MsJewel]

perv............

[Trace]

Hey, now just you wait a minute, You wanted to see me in my outfit first young lady.

[Brittany Zedalis]

╰☆╮This was pretty funny. When I went into the mountains with a group years ago, we scared a few of the younger kids by telling a ghost story around the fire and a few of the older boys started howling from inside the forest.╰☆╮

[Trace]

I remember when I graduated from the scared one to the one that got to scare.
I was really good at tellingnscary stories around the fire.

Maybe thats why I still enjoy writing and telling stories.

Thank you for your wonderful comments and compliments.

Trace

[Cody Williams]

I love just sitting around a campfire and telling stories like this. It's fun to scare people. Thanks for sharing this Trace!

-CW

[Trace]

You are very welcome.
Thank you for reading and commenting on this piece.
I am thrilled that you enjoyed it.

Trace