The Tale of the Campfire Ghost Story Chronicles

The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night a candle burned in the window. The light danced along the delicate cracks that had crept into the windowpane over a series of years, time during which the cabin had sat disregarded by the outside world, neither known to be inhabited nor uninhabited, nor known to be anything at all. Nothing was expected of that place. No, sir.

Alone sat Edgar, gaunt face illuminated by that single light in the window. Shadows hung long across the room, drifting with the flickering of his candle. Edgar had experienced much pain throughout his turbulent day and life. He had lived in the abandoned cabin for years, abandoned, left behind by the world and so sequestering himself away from it in turn, pouring the remnants of his dwindling vitality into his work, his spirit flickering its last along with the candle in that long-neglected window.

Edgar killed himself.

“Whatsup bros, ready to get litty tonight, yall?” Jerick shouted at that group of youths which made up his usual entourage.

“You know it, dude. I'm ready to get wet and wild. And that’s for truth!” Said Dud. “What about you, Winston?”

“wArph! Arph! This wereboy is weady for anything :3”

Every week, the fellas headed out to the woods to get intoxicated using various substances. Most weeks, they did their best to persuade some of their female compatriots to join them in their excursions.

“Hey, Xaireenuh,” Jerick yelled at a young woman, “you comin’ with us to the woods, or what?”

“I dont know Jerick, my purity club is meeting tonight. Were making purity pretzels”

“Fuck ya purity club,” Jerick intoned. “We’re gonna bump some tunes and get turnt and play some fuckin’ Stranger Things monopoly. What’s more pure than that?”

“Yeah… I guess I can miss purity club for just one night,” Xaireenuh relented.

“Yo, Winston!” Dud hollered. “Is your sister coming or what?”

“Ugh, I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I don’t know why you guys like Salisbury so much. She’s so icky.”

“You know the rules, bro. If you wanna get lit you gotta bring Salisbury,” Jerick reminded him sternly.

Salisbury enters the scene and does a backflip. The boys are drawn in by her gamer prowess. She is quite popular in the Metaverse and is a proud owner of 20k Dogecoin.

"What's up bros? Ready to get lit with me, Winston's sister, Salisbury?"

The gang begins their journey into the deep, dark woods. The woods are so deep and so dark that all the other townsfolk fear to enter therein, but not this motley crew of miscreant youths. Their single focus is on their illicit goal: the consumption of marijuana.

The gang are soon so deep into the dark woods that they lose sight of the treeline behind them. This is a normal occurrence, and they can easily find their way back out regardless - or so they believe.

They have only to continue straight until they cross the old stone bridge, follow the path through the clearing, and then by the abandoned cabin. They have never been in the cabin. Even they must have their limits.

The wonderful friends reached the portal of the bridge. The bridge connected to sides of a shallow scary river.

“Hey, look,” Jerick calls out, “it’s the portal of the bridge!”

“I don’t know, boys, those stones look quite frail.” spoke Xaireenuh

“Dont be such a wimp, bros, I cross this bridge all the time.”

At that time, the trees around them began to keel over with a loud crack, careening onto the forest floor, shaking everything around them and sending dirt and moss through the air. The gang curled up on the ground and covered their butts as the trees crashed all around them.

“Fuck, dude,” Jerick shouted. “What happened to the trees?”

“They fell down, dude,” Dud supplied.

“It was rhetorical question, bro,” Jerick elucidated.

"sorry"

Jerick was worried that if more trees fell, the police would be able to see the smoke from their marijuanna. This worried Jerick.

"I think we should relocate to a new location," Said Jerick.

Salisbury interrupts: "that is a terrible idea. Instead, we should reposition ourselves to a different position."

The gang all cheer.

Salisbury looks to her left and sees a cabin, an abandoned cabin that's been abandoned for many a decade. An abandoned cabin with a single light flickering in the window.

Hey bros, let's approach that cabin as it seems like an ideal venue for our illicit goals.

“Im not sure, yall guys. This seems like private property. We could end up in the slammer, like Jerrick’s father! Or the owner could tie us all up - and not in a sexy way.”

“Shut the fuck up, yo,” Jerrick demanded. “My dad is innocent.”

The group decided to take their chances, and they entered the door and they crossed over the threshold and they walked into the cabin and they stepped onto the floor and they looked around the room which was inside the cabin. The still, stagnant air rushed against their faces and tousled their hairs.

“Where’d that wind come from?” Jerrick pondered. No one answered.

“Yo, how is it windy in here?” Salisbury contemplated. Everyone rushed to try to solve her mystery.

They concluded thusly:

“Maybe the other windows are all broken and there is a draft,” proffered Dud.

“No, I think there is an air conditioner running elsewhere in this cabin.” - Winston.

“Perhaps someone ran by us too quickly to be seen,” contended Xaireenuh.

Jerrick thought for a second.

“I don’t know,” Jerrick conceded, shaking his head as he surveyed the room of the abandoned cabin.

“Okay, let’s smoke marijuana until we’re sufficiently stoned,” Salisbury announced.

Everyone took out their marijuana smoking appartati. Jerrick had a football fashioned into a smoking apparatus. Dud had a CBD pen; he’s not even smoking marijuana. He just likes the inflamation, and he wants to fit in. He never tells anyone that he isn’t smoking marijuana with them, as they would poke fun, taunt, tease, mock, roast, satirize, take the mickey, take the piss, give him shit, give him a hard time, make fun, ruffle his feathers, bust his balls, bust his chops, bust his ass, yank his chain, jerk his chain, razz him, josh him, bite their thumbs at him, make a laughing stock of him, make a mockery of him, make a fool of him, rag on him, and otherwise ridicule and deride poor Dud. Winston had a crack pipe for smoking his crack. Xaireenuh tore pages out of her purity club issued Holy Bible - English Standard Version, and rolled a joint.

Salisbury rolled a joint, too, from a printout she carried of an online campfire ghost story.

Everyone lit up their apparati and got high. Except for Dud. He just got inflamed.

“Yo, I’m so high,” declared Dud, falsely.

“Yeah, me too,” everyone agrees agreeably. “That’s good stuff.”

“I’m so high I could fly.” Salisbury informed the group.

“I’m so high I could cry” Xaireenuh confessed.

“well I’m so high I could die” Jerrick said softly.

“I’m so high I can’t lie,” Dud lied.

“I’m so high I could claw out my eye,” Winston chimed, closing one eye and sticking his tongue out adorably. Dud pet him gently on the head, causing Winston to blush and nuzzle his hand.

The gang was all lying around the floor of the abandoned cabin, cuddling up to each other while getting high and stoned. They all did theater. Winston was also in a marching band.

…When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city to see a marching band…

As Dud was lying on the floor, holding Winston close, he began to hear whispering noises coming from the other rooms of the abandoned cabin.

“What the fuck, yo?” Dud murmured, shoving Winston off of him to sit up and look around. Winston whimpered sadly.

“What is it?” Jerrick asked. Dud didn’t answer.

“What’s wrong, Dud?” Salisbury asked.

“I hear something weird…” Dud told her, looking scared.

“You’re just getting paranoid from all that sick chronic, baby,” Winston soothed, stroking his cheek.

“I guess so…” Dud yielded, unable to admit to anyone that he hadn’t intaken any of that bomb chronic.

Xaireenuh was not in the cuddle puddle. She was holding her Bible instead, clutching it to her voluptuous chest tightly. “I’m sorry,” she whispered to the Purity Club issue English Standard Version HolyBible in purple glitter hardcover, rated 4.9 stars on Amazon.com.

Xaireenuh was a young girl devoted to the word of God. She was the oldest daughter, the Bible was bought for her as a five-year-old, she would definitely recommend. She was a devout member of the American Baptist Association and subscribed to the motto: Always Be Associating, as well as the slogan: Churches Preaching the Word, Churches Reaching the World, not to mention her school motto: I Hear, I See, I Learn, or in Latin: Audio, Video, Disco.

“Audio, video, disco,” she whispered to herself, opening the Bible to a random page where she read Leviticus 26:24, which reads thusly:

“then I also will walk contrary to you, and I myself will strike you sevenfold for your sins.”

She began to cry. Jerrick looked over and asked, “What’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with you?” Xaireenuh countered. “Don’t you know God is watching?”

“I don’t buy into that God stuff,” Jerrick boasted. “I read Dawkins and Hitchens. I don’t fall for such lunacy.”

“Nothing you read can diminish the truth of the Most High.”

“No one could possibly be as high as Dud over there.”

“Ayyyy,” Dud agreed, high-fiving Jerrick.

“Anyway, didn’t you just roll a fat blunt out of that book of fairy tales?” Jerrick interrogated.

“Actually it was a fucking spliff, you dolt. I added a little tobaccy.” Xaireenuh shouted and ran away into another room of the abandoned cabin.

“What’s wrong with her?” Jerrick said. “Jerrick sad,” Said Jerrick.

“Perhaps you should consider being more respectful of your friends’ belief systems, even as they struggle with the cognitive dissonance of navigating our adolescent world and the expectations of their family and faith community,” Salisbury counseled.

“Nahhh,” Jerrick replied, puffing more mary jane into his young lungs.

Dud jolts up again, this time hopping to his feet. He has heard a scream from the other room and rushes to help Xaireenuh. As he arrives in the room where she is sitting on the floor, though, she is sitting quietly on the floor, not screaming.

“Are you alright?” he asks her.

“Leave me be, Dud,” she says softly, waving her hand in dismissal.

“I thought I heard you scream.”

“What? No, just go away. I didn’t make a sound.”

“Hey, look, I didn’t mean to gang up on you with Jerrick back there. I believe in God, too. I’m a member of the Church of Christ, Scientist, also known as Christian Science. We’re not a cult.”

Xaireenuh had never known this about her friend before. She blushed as she looked him over in a new light. Her mother had warned her not to fall for the charms of heretics, but she had always been impressed by bad boys who weren’t afraid to live on the fringes of orthodoxy. Especially enticing were Christian Science believers, who were so badass because they didn’t accept medical care.

“I didn’t realize that about you, Dud..” she said, biting her lower lip softly.

“There’s probably a lot you don’t realize about me,” he said, cocking an eyebrow.

“Like what? I’d love to know more.” She stared up at him with wide eyes, sparkling from the lingering tears and new feelings. Dud walked up closer to her, getting down to join her on the floor so he could wipe her tears away.

“I can show you,” he offered in a husky whisper. Xaireenuh leaned in slowly, the Bible sliding from her hands with a thud. The noise made her jump slightly, and she snapped back to reality.

“No, this is wrong,” she said, pulling away from Dud and picking the HolyBible (ESV) up again, caressing its purple glitter hardcover. She stared at Dud longingly, hoping he would understand and maybe want to ask her parents for permission to court her.

“Yeah, all good, man, I’m so high anyway,” Dud fabricated, slowly getting up to head back to the main room.

He made his way back to the others who were still in the cuddle puddle, and he balked at what he saw. Seeping rapidly from the floor was dark crimson blood, oozing up and coating the floor of the room of the abandoned cabin. Everyone was lying in the blood, letting it soak into their clothes and stain their skin, seemingly unbothered. The group lounged in the blood as the pool rose slowly but steadily from the ragged old floorboards. He cried out in abject horror, staring as the blood began to cover his shoes.

Jerrick looked over and asked, “What’s wrong with you?”

“You don’t see it?” Dud asked in a panic, sweat dripping down his now-pale countenance. “You don’t fucking see it? Does anyone see it??” He felt the terror and confusion rising in his chest, maddened by the apparent blindness of his friends to these macabre and inexplicable developments, questioning his own sanity, questioning reality itself. He was shaking now, trying to catch his breath, rubbing at his eyes in hopes of clearing the hellish vision from his sight.

“See what?” Winston asked, laughing nervously.

“Yeah, see what?” Salisbury seconded.

Dud rushed out of the abandoned cabin, falling to his knees on the ground outside, gasping for air. Jerrick exchanged confused looks with the others and headed out after him, plopping down on the ground beside him as Dud caught his breath and sat down, staring out at the woods.

“Hey, look, I didn’t mean to gang up on you back there,” Jerrick told him, placing a comforting hand on his friend’s slender back. “I was just worried about you, man. You know, I see shit too when I’m fucked up. I think you’re just really high, my Dud.”

Dud took a deep breath. Even in such dire circumstances, he would never admit that he didn’t indulge in the devil’s lettuce.

“Yeah, for sure, for real man. That’s for truth. I’m really so very high right now.” He could’ve wept as the deceit left his lips.

“It’ll be alright,” said Jerrick, pulling him into a tight, warm, comforting hug. As he pulled away, he gave Dud a little kiss on the forehead. “Let’s get you back inside.”

Dud nodded, and the two headed back inside, sharing curious glances as they silently decided to consider the implications of their exchange at a later time.

“Feeling better, Duddy?” Winston asked as they reentered the cabin. There was no more blood now, and Dud breathed a sigh of relief.

“Fuck yeah I am, and that’s for truth,” he said, rejoining the cuddle puddle. Xaireenuh was back, too, and was holding her bible in one hand and Salisbury in the other.

Wow, what a wild story. *burries face in your shoulder* What will happen next… hope ur weaddy fur anything ;3 xD

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Now that Jerrick <3 and his boon companions *cuddles*XD have found their way into the abandoned cabin, how long before they uncover fresh horrors beyond their comprehension? <3 *giggles* Betcha can’t wait to find out, huh? ;p :333

‘Till next time!!!