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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