The woods were totally dark except for the dim glow of the crackling campfire. The only sound for miles were the crickets and the occasional lonely howl of a distant coyote. The boys had jumped the first time they heard the howling but had managed to convince each other they were totally safe as long as nobody wandered off.
Just as they were beginning to calm their unsteady nerves Missy clicked on the little light light illuminating a ghastly haunted version her former self. The proper mood set she launched into the scariest ghost story she could remember. Neither of the boys would be the first to admit fear as they sat frozen in silent terror, riveted by the twisted story of woe. When it was finally over the false bravado of nervous laughter filled their little corner of the woods as all three silently crawled into their tent to wait out a long sleepless night.