35 Bone-Chilling Campfire Stories That Will Haunt You Long After the Flames Die Out
“Hey, that woman in the room next to mine. Is she alright? I was getting kind of a bad feeling.”
The owner laughed at me. “Oh so you saw her. She’s the haunted rooms resident.”
I laughed it off again, trying to continue to joke around with sarcasm. “Well she’s awfully pretty for a ghost.”
The owner handed me the gas tank. “Then you haven’t seen her from the front. Her eyes are glowing red.”.
Late at night, two doctors are finishing their shift at the hospital. As they get in the elevator, an elderly woman in patient’s gown waves at them to wait but the older doctor lets the door close.
“Why didn’t you wait for her?” asks the other doctor.
“Didn’t you see her blue ID bracelet? That’s a morgue tag!”.
We have old one here in SA
A farmer, while on his way home, is caught in a terrible thunderstorm with his horse. Completely lost he realises he will either freeze to death or get struck by lightning if he doesn’t find a place to stay. Through the storm, he comes across a small homestead, the yellow candlelight visible through the sheets of rain.
Lighting flashes brightly, thunder barely a breath later, and he leads his terrified horse to the small house.
Tying the petrified animal to the fence, he knocks on the door and an old lady opens it with a smile. She ushers him in and he finds her husband smoking a pipe. He is seated at the kitchen table, and the wife quickly boils the kettle and gives him a bowl of hot soup and a cup of coffee. The farmer tells the old couple his story, and they are happy to serve as his sanctuary against the storm.
Outside the lightning flashes again, followed with a bout of thunder, and the old man smiles when jumps, offering him a bit of tobacco for his pipe to calm his nerves. The farmer accepts gratefully.
The next bolt slams close, ripping through the ground, almost deafening him completely. He jumps up with a cry, startled out of his wits, only to find himself standing in the dark and cold. Soaked wet by the rain, with no sign of the couple, broken stones littered around him, and his horse tied to a tree branch. Without thinking, he jumps on his spooked horse and gallops as fast as he can away from the place.
He would reach a town sometime during the night. At a tavern, after sharing his story, the folks tell him of the small cottage nearby which had been struck by lightning a long time ago, and of the couple that was killed in the fire.
I got one
I was deer hunting near hoonah alaska with my dad. One night I have this weird dream: I see these beautiful white deer, buck and doe. I mean, like the type you take and get stuffed. I take a couple of shots, the buck gets away, but the doe falls over, dead. After skinning it up and going back to my truck, I here a noise. As I turn, I see the buck again, but this time he looks angry. He looked beautiful the first time, this time? Nightmare fuel. We’re talking Flaming red eyes, antlers crawling into the sky and his once white fur was covered in blood. As he charged, I screamed, and then woke up. I never forgot that dream.
On a later camping trip, (to a different location) as the fire grew dim I decided to tell this dream as a campfire story. As I finished with “it wasscary but I’m glad It was just a dream” my dad speaks up and tells me “son that was the hoonah ghost deer. That’s an actual myth told by the natives there.” I was pretty shook hearing that.
I hope I recall correctly. I’ll summarize:
There’s this creature who follows people around and takes the appearance of other women in large groups. When she gets one man alone she’ll come up close to him and get cozy. At that time she’ll pick him as her prey and make sure to stay nearby. When everyone retires to bed she’ll sneak into his tent/cabin and k**l him.
When I tell this story I’ll pick a moment to stop, step away to grab something or excuse myself to the bathroom, and come back. I’ll make it a point to sit closer than I did before to some designated male. Occasionally if he’s in on the joke with me, he’ll wake up at some random time to scream as loud as humanly possible. It’ll always be over something rly arbitrary like a thing looking like a snake, or a night terror. Usually I’ll be running that skit solo, and the eeriness of such a simple sequence of actions is usually enough to put everyone on edge.
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