(I had originally conceived this story as ending differently, but when I came up with the current version, I just couldn’t resist!)
“Alright, kids,” the counselor announced, a devilish grin stretching across her face. “You know what time it is!”
Jack nodded vigorously, bouncing up and down with excitement. He had been waiting for this moment all day.
“That’s right!” she responded. “It’s time for our scary story competition! I want you to share the most terrifying tales you can imagine, and the camper with the most depraved imagination wins bragging rights for the whole summer! Muahahahaha!” the counselor finished with an over-the-top evil laugh.
Jack had to sit on his hands to contain his enthusiasm. The atmosphere was perfect. The campers were seated on log benches around a vigorous fire, surrounded by darkly foreboding trees through which the wind rustled like something alive. Jack had always adored the bizarre and frightening – it was in his nature – but tonight, horror stories weren’t the only thing that had him excited. The other reason for his anticipation was seated directly across the circle… (more…)