Campfire Tales

Have you ever heard of something called... A kidney theif?
By now you should probably know about people waking up in bathtubs of ice, a piece of paper with a phone next to it telling them to call a hospital.
Just because both of their kidneys were stolen.
You may think that where you are, it is safe. Safe from people willing to steal others kidneys to sell on the black market.
But just think: Who could be a Kidney Theif?
You never know. It may be someone close to you. Like a next door neighbor. One that always eyes you with his tiny, beady eyes. Ones that follow you everywhere. Even to your room.
You may think this normal creepy neighbor activity. But when did you last check his bathtub with a conveniently placed shower curtain?
Or maybe even his refrigerator, or freezer?
These things can happen anywhere and everywhere. All around the world. But let me tell you of one. One that supposedly happened to a 'friend of a friend.'

'I needed a place to sleep. After being thrown out of my mums house and kicked onto the city streets, that's been my one and only goal. I couldn't care less about anything else. Except for food. Maybe a drink? And some hot girls.
I had come across a small nightclub. To be honest, I had never been to one before, and I regret ever stepping into that club.
I met a few nice and sweet girls, ones who'd do anything for money. And I mean anything. I couldn't refuse the offer for one girl. Even if I didn't have even a single penny on me.
We had snuck into a vacant room and did whatever we did. Then came out and she offered to get me a drink. I couldn't refuse so I ended up getting one made especially by her. I drunk it all down to the bottom, finally satisfying my thirst. Then I blacked out.
The girl had drugged me. And I was about to see why.
Coming back to my senses, I found myself in a tub of ice. A sharp pain made itself known as I tried to sit up. Looking down, I noticed two stitches. One on both sides of my waist. At first I thought it odd, but then I noticed the note and tacky mobile phone on a bench next to me.
I grabbed the note and read it. It was a simple note. But my heart stopped the moment my mind processed the whole note.
She drugged me and took both of my kidneys, which is why I was in the tub. I called the ambulance and ended up in hospital for a week or two. Having to have a new kidney transplanted into me. But only one due to the fact I could survive on just one.
I soon realised, I had no place to go since my mum kicked me out. And not only that, but the transplant was at least $300 dollars or more.'