Friday the 13th
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Thread Topic: Friday the 13th
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Jesse said "No. Come on." and he walked on ahead to lead the group. What transpired according to the Go Pro was climbing down steep parts of the mountain, finding pretty plants, and hearing bird calls. Jesse led the group and had fun doing it.
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(Well im asleep when you two are really active it appeard do sorry for that)
Josies continued walking in her unusual silence appearing to be in a dazed set of mind as she walked slowly following them -
Soon it became dark and Jesse pitched up two tents. One for him and Austin and one for Liz and Josie for privacy. He then proceeded to start a campfire.
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“Dibs on telling a scary story by the fire!” Elizabeth cheered. “But I want to sing a campfire song, or two, or three.” Austin argued. “Fine. You can sing campfire songs until it’s dark enough for my story to be even more scary.” Elizabeth replied. “Yes! Alright, any suggestions? If I don’t know your suggestion I’ll probably just sing a random one.” Austin asked.
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Josie pulled a face "eh campfire songs really Austin? I wanna hear scary story...and have marshmallows for roasting"
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“Yes! Really! Want to know my favorite campfire song?” Austin asked. “Oh boy.” Liz sighed. “It’s called: The Campfire Song Song.” Austin told them as he pulled out his guitar and started to play.
(Replace calling on Squidward and getting dead silence with calling on Lizzy and getting complete silence.) -
Jesse just rolled his eyes and laughed at Austin singing. He did sing along a little bit though.
(Just FYI, I'm giving the honor of telling the legend of Camp Crystal Lake to Jesse.) -
Josie pouted ignoring them as she struggled to open a packet of marshmallows
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After the song, Jesse asked "So Liz, what kind of story do you have? Cause I got a good one."
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“Wasn’t that soothing?” Austin asked. “No.” Liz muttered. “Fine. Tell your scary story then.” Austin muttered. “Alright. So once on a Halloween midnight, long ago, the moon shone brightly in the cloudy sky above and the wind blew gently on the frosting grass. A group of teenagers walked through the graveyard, hoping to make it on time for a party at Phil Hunter’s house. The girl’s gossiped and chattered about their excitement for the Halloween party when suddenly, the wind dropped dead. The crispy autumn air fell silent, and the only sound that could be heard was the giggling and chattering of five teenage girls echoing over the darkened hills. As the moonlight dimmed from the clouds above and the air grew stiff, the girls were finding that the graveyard was suddenly endless. “How much further?” One asked. “We should be there by now.” Another commented. “ Didn’t we pass this grave already?” One girl asked. “You’re just imagining it.” Another replied. They continued towards the lights of the street ahead, but the more they walked the further away it seemed. After the mysterious stone grave had been passed four times, the cheerleaders began to get confused. “Okay, What’s going on?” One of the girl’s muttered as the girl’s stopped walking. A dreary sound filled the hills around them as fog began to surround the girl’s. “It’s probably just the wind.” One girl chuckled. “There is no wi-“ One began, but before she could finish, a violent gust of wind blew them off their feat and into the air, and the girl’s clung to an old, barren tree for dear life. A blinding flash of light shone from the grave, and when it faded the girl’s were gone. The wind died down and the clouds faded away, as did the fog. The dreary sound disappeared, it’s appetite having been satisfied. Some say, that if you entered the grave yard during a full moon on Halloween night, you’ll hear the lonely chatter of teenage girls, sad to say that they missed a party. You’ll look around and see no one, but you’ll see a stone grave with the names of the five girls and others, and on the back, it will say: Here Lies Phil Collins, Dead Man Walking. Some say that his parties are to die for.” Liz told them with a smirk.
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Jesse wasn't impressed and said "Boo, get off the stage."
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(Hey that’s a good story that I made myself and have been retelling in different versions since I was ten! I scared the hell out of two of my friends with it one of which was a complete bad ass and the other is a horror addict.
Okay, I’m done ranting. 😁😂😂 -
(Okay, dude sorry)
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(Sorry It’s the only good short story I have and it isn’t even that good. I’m just being dramatic.)
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(So you wanna give Liz and Austin a reaction then?)
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