A Campfire Tale

[Zane Riley Douthit]

I could hear the rain as it began to lightly tap upon the tiny tin shack in which I found myself laying as I woke. My vision was blurred, and I could feel that my left eye was swollen, and as I attempted to touch it I found that I could not for to my horror I realized that my hands were tightly bound behind my back. So anxiously I stood and looking about the shack my gaze fell upon a door at one end so advancing I attempted to make my escape, and then without warning the chain that  I now saw fastened around my right ankle angrily hurled me back down onto the hard wooden floor. . .

 

So I sat upon the floor trying to grasp the full impact of the situation that I found myself in. My vision was still bleared as I searched the room for something to aid me in escape but to my dismay there seemed to be no remedy to my predicament. Then, as all campfire tales begin, I heard the screeching of the door as it slowly began to open, and as it did so to my horror I saw the shadow of a ghastly creature make entrance and crossing the room the shadow found me, and all was then darkness. . .

[Joey Delgado]

Creepy. Definitely wanna know what happens next. Pleeeeeease. :)

[Scarlett Rose]

Sounds spooky!

[Bob Clay]

It's the DT's Zane, I get them every morning. (wait a minute, there's something scratching at the door ... )