Sandy Supposes....

Never Horse Around Near Fire

Everyone loves a good bonfire, right? And fall is the perfect time to sit by the fire with some friends...tell us a good campfire story!

         Ack! Okay, I know this prompt is asking for a scary campfire story..... um, I've got nothing. Nothing new and exciting anyway. I do have anecdotes though.

         Just recently, I met a woman I'd consider to be a camping newbie. She'd never camped, or roughed it in her life. She actually wore all white clothing, high heels, and full make-up to a campfire.. As the flames crackled and leapt into the darkening sky, she repeatedly glanced nervously over her shoulder. The snapping of the wood caused her to startle. "Um," she managed to ask, " are there any bears out here?" Her companions shook their heads. Relaxing a wee bit and unclenching her hands, she remarked at how bright the stars appeared.to be. "In the city, I never notice them." Their next comment caused her to stumble blindly to the tent. "We do happen to have blood-sucking bats though."

          Wait, I have heard the tale of the handless man... legend has it that one evening in the wilds of Northern Ontario, a crowd of young men gathered near a remote gravel pit to horse around and drink. They swiftly built a roaring campfire, and sat around it in a ring. The beer flowed freely, and their spirits climbed accordingly. After a time, they began to wrestle and flex their muscles. As they discovered too late, aluminum-framed lawn chairs are flimsy and tipsy. Rodney found himself at the receiving end of a shove that tossed him straight into the flames. Howling and blind with pain, he disappeared into the bush. Moans and screams echoed all around. Every sound amplified in the darkness.The next morning after hours of searching, his friends found Rodney's. charred hand bobbing in the cold water of a stream. Rodney himself was never seen again.