Thursday, February 20, 2025

Ghost Story

 

Ghost Story

The campfire crackled, reflected in the eyes of the little campers surrounding it.

An owl hooted, and a slight wind rustled the leaves in the trees.

Their leader was almost whispering, leaning in towards the fire, telling a ghost story about the Headless Horseman who’d kidnapped children in the area for a hundred years.

Reaching the climax of the tale, he suddenly threw his head back and let loose a bone-chilling shriek, ending in a maniacal laugh.

Hidden in the forest, the Horseman startled, dropping his pumpkin head, which shattered on the ground.

“Dammit” he whispered. He hated ghost stories.

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