35 Bone-Chilling Campfire Stories That Will Haunt You Long After the Flames Die Out
I was in high school living with my sister and brother in law. One day I got home from school and went down into the basement to my room (It was a big old house). My sister and brother in laws room was down the hall from mine and as im putting all my school stuff down I heard my sister say “Help me please”. So naturally I yell back “Im coming!”. I ran across the hall to their room to find…Nothing. No one. It all clicked in an instant that my sisters car wasnt in the driveway and I was home alone… Im sure there are logical explanations for all the things that happened in that house, but I was very happy to eventually move out.
My family had one called ‘the man in the corn’, or ‘beans in the corn’. There was once a hobo who was stealing ears of corn from a local man’s garden. Now food was hard to come by, and someone stealing that which you’re growing was especially frustrating. The man saw the hobo in the garden and fired a shotgun shot over the hobo’s head. The next day, the hobo was back there again stealing ears of corn. The man decided he would teach the hobo a lesson so he poured all the lead shot out of his shotgun shells and filled them with small dry beans.
The very next day the hobo was back in the cornfield again, and the man fired twice on the hobo, and the hobo screamed and ran down the corn rows fast pleading the whole way. The man watched for days, but the hobo was never seen again. Some days later, the man still had ‘bean shells’ in his shotgun, so he aimed at a plank of wood standing over by his well. The plank ripped to pieces!
When the next planting seasons came, the farmer walked his corn field to its far corners, to cut corn husks and prepare to plow. Along the way, he found tiny bean plants coming up through the soil, one here, another there, all lining up to lead him to a big bunch of beans coming up along the edge of the field. When he went to exam the bunch of beans, he first saw shoes souls turned to one side, and then the outline of a body, sank in the mud and soil. He realized he had killed the hobo, and the random beans that had fallen out of his body had sprouted along the way. My Father had bought that particular farm during the war years, and he said for 20 years, random bean plants would show up in that field. Any bean plant that showed up in our garden was given the chance to grown, and one year there was a bean planted that wrapped around a corn stalk; my Father did not harvest the corn ears on that plant.
If you want to slow things down, stargazing is the perfect activity. Lying back near the fire, wrapped in blankets, while looking up at the endless sky is a humbling yet peaceful experience. The campfire provides warmth, while the stars offer a breathtaking reminder of how vast the universe is.
The lore of my cottage that my great great uncle watches over it. Mostly because I saw an apparition of a man at 2-3 in the morning when I was a young kid when I went to use the bathroom, rocking chairs would move by themselves, i once heard an unknown man speaking in my room at my cottage, but the only males at the time were my brother and I and my cousin, except my brother and I were young kids, my cousin had just started puberty, and this sounded like an older man who smoked a lot, and a few years ago when another cousin was staying there, she saw an apparition of a man sitting at her computer chair in her room, the same room I stayed in as a kid. It’s both creepy but assuring having someone watching over us.
This is a pretty common one but it always scared the c**p out of my little cousins. Here it goes:
There once was a girl named Mary Sue. She would always wear a bow around her neck. The kids at school would always say, “Mary Sue, Mary Sue. Take off that bow will you?” But she refused.
In high school, her best friends asked her to take it off as they had gone out of fashion but Mary Sue refused.
One day Mary Sue met the man of her dreams and he asked her to take off her bow but she replied, “One day you will find out.”
Almost 60 years later, after Mary Sue’s children had grown up and moved out Mary Sue went up to her husband. “Do you want to see what is under my bow?” She asked. Her Husband put down his newspaper, “Are you sure? You’ve never taken it off.”
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