This is one I pick about ghosts.
If wewe pick a type of horror story, I'll do a shout out. If wewe haven't, here's a link:
link
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The camp counsler gathered the kids around the fire. "Let me tell wewe a ghost story.
I found a diary entry. I found it kwa a burnt chruch. wewe want to hear it? Well, I will read it.
Dear Journal,
I went mad. I didn't mean too. I burn down the church. I...I...I killed and I made my sins. Wait! There's scratching at my door! No! No! N---
The rest was torn. I went inside the church and I almost vomited. There was the remains of the saint on the middle of the floor. I felt something touch me. I slowly turned. It. The ghost of the old saint was demonly disturbing. He pointed to his right.
'You want me to go that way?'
He nods and vanishes. I went in that direction and came upon a cementry and chapel. "Alas. Why would he bbring me here?" I looked around for clues. I went up to the chapel and knocked. A skinny priest answered, 'Yes?'
'Hi, I came from the burnt chruch and the ghost of the old saint pointed this way and I--'
He grabbed me, dragged in the chapel and killed me there. My remains were never found. I still haunt there every night. The priest? He hunged himself mad. "
One of the kids asked, "If wewe were killed?" and put her hand on his chest. It went through. He smiled evily. They all screamed and one kwa one, they were killed unusually.
If wewe pick a type of horror story, I'll do a shout out. If wewe haven't, here's a link:
link
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The camp counsler gathered the kids around the fire. "Let me tell wewe a ghost story.
I found a diary entry. I found it kwa a burnt chruch. wewe want to hear it? Well, I will read it.
Dear Journal,
I went mad. I didn't mean too. I burn down the church. I...I...I killed and I made my sins. Wait! There's scratching at my door! No! No! N---
The rest was torn. I went inside the church and I almost vomited. There was the remains of the saint on the middle of the floor. I felt something touch me. I slowly turned. It. The ghost of the old saint was demonly disturbing. He pointed to his right.
'You want me to go that way?'
He nods and vanishes. I went in that direction and came upon a cementry and chapel. "Alas. Why would he bbring me here?" I looked around for clues. I went up to the chapel and knocked. A skinny priest answered, 'Yes?'
'Hi, I came from the burnt chruch and the ghost of the old saint pointed this way and I--'
He grabbed me, dragged in the chapel and killed me there. My remains were never found. I still haunt there every night. The priest? He hunged himself mad. "
One of the kids asked, "If wewe were killed?" and put her hand on his chest. It went through. He smiled evily. They all screamed and one kwa one, they were killed unusually.
