Campfire Stories
Added 2020-10-27 13:08:40 +0000 UTCWow, what a beautiful pre-Halloween treat for you all. Roy_Wolverine outdid himself with this great picture featuring Kevin sharing a campfire story filled with terror, and Emma listening in growing horror. ♥
Who DIDN'T do this as a kid, whether you were camping or having a sleepover, or whatever.
A famous anonymous 1890s butler in New York City was asked at a men's gathering club why he had stayed a part of the club for so long, more than 50 years. The club wasn't the right fit for him, but he would often listen to the stories, which would become the foundation for millions of stories to come, the gentlemen told late at night in the main sitting room, while they drank wine or smoked pipes.
The old man smiled and said gently, "Because there are always more tales."
And he was right. From the time the world began to the time it finally ends, scary stories will be told. Of madness or the macabre, of ghosts or goblins, of magic or witchcraft, of lost civilizations or far away planets, from under the sea, or under your bed...
There are always more tales... ♥
If you would, if you have a moment, please comment and share your favorite memories of a campfire story. Let's hear from some of you. ♥
A safe and happy Halloween, everyone! 🎃
Comments
Thank you for sharing this. It's important for people to realize night-hiking comes with its own brand of risks. *^^*
Leilani
2020-10-28 00:08:11 +0000 UTCI was out hiking in the woods once, just north of Sequoia National Park. They say you should never go off the trails, but I was young and dumb so obviously I wandered off into the middle of nowhere. It was a great time really, just out in nature, until the early evening. You know that time of day when the sunlight first begins to fail? Right about then. I had stopped my hike to sit down when I noticed it had gone quiet, and I don't mean there was little noise, there was NO noise. All the birds had stopped, even the wind, just dead silence all around. All I could hear was my own breathing, seemed like it was the loudest sound in the world right then. I froze, thinking maybe there was a predator nearby that had spooked the animals, but continued to hear nothing. I sat there like a fool for god knows how long, listening to my own blood rushing in my ears until the silence finally broke. What I heard was... well, I don't know what I heard. It was kind of like rushing wind, but also a howl. I can't really describe it but it somehow sounded "hollow", like an abyss given auditory sound. It seemed to stretch across eons, like I was hearing a scream from time itself, reaching out form ancient days when the forest was knew. Then I heard the snap of a twig. I got the FUCK out of there, ran like a maniac until I couldn't , then walked, then clung to a tree until FINALY I could hear birds again. I won't lie, I cried just to hear a regular noise again, it ain't manly but fuck it, I did. To this day I have no idea what that was, I've searched bear cries, deer, coyotes, anything that could have been hiding in the forest, and I've heard nothing like it. Maybe it was nothing, but take it form me, stay on the damn trails.
Red Fox
2020-10-27 23:31:47 +0000 UTCWow...that was really creepy.! I know sometimes our steam heater makes "breathing" sounds when water is being pulled in. It's weird to hear some nights.
Leilani
2020-10-27 16:31:18 +0000 UTCMy story is a true one, from my high school days. I woke in the wee hours to wee (what else?). The upstairs bathroom had an area with two sinks, with one door to the hall and another to the toilet and tub. I turned on the lights there, went into the second room, turned on the light in there, then closed the door and proceeded to do what needed to be done. The house was absolutely silent; even the central a/c wasn't running. I heard, from the other side of the door, the sound of inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, then silence. Mom and Dad were asleep downstairs; no one else in the house. I heard it again, and held my own breath, to see if it somehow was me. It wasn't. It happened four times, with about 30 seconds between each pair of noises; the time varied, so it wasn't some kind of mechanism. I remember getting up, grabbing the doorknob... then nothing, until I was at the head of the stairs. I looked back, and in the doorway to the sink area, I saw pitch black -- no light of any kind, including the ones I'd left on in there. I ran downstairs like a terrified pup and woke my parents. No evidence of anything, of course. Must have been my imagination, right? Of course it was. Except that I heard it again, about a year later, when in my room. True story, peeps. You decide.
Tristan Black Wolf
2020-10-27 15:56:31 +0000 UTC
