Fun Campfire Ghost Stories (3 page)

O
ne evening, I was
driving home from a camping trip in the mountains and my truck
started shuttering. Luckily, there was a farm up ahead so I pulled
in and stopped. I knocked on the door and asked the farmer if I
could use his phone to call for help. Unfortunately, he didn't have
a phone way out there. He said I could spend the night in his barn
and use his tools to fix my truck in the morning. He even invited
me to have dinner before turning in for the night. We had a nice
dinner of steak, potatoes, beans and salad.

After dinner the farmer showed me to the barn
so I could lay out my sleeping bag on the straw. It was a real nice
barn and I was sure I'd get a good night's sleep. Over on the side
of the barn was a huge solid steel door. I thought that this was
out of place since I had never seen a barn with a steel door let
alone one with a door the size of this one. The farmer told me that
was where he kept his most prized possession. Just as he was about
to leave he turned and asked if I would like to see what was behind
the door. Always curious, I said, “Why sure.”

We walked over to the huge medal door and the
farmer, after removing a steel wedge from under the door, grabbed
the iron ring on the door and pulled it open - creeeeeeeek. There I
saw stairs heading down into the dark and I followed the farmer
down the stairs - squeek, squeek, squeek.

At the bottom of the stairs there was a large
oak door with an iron bolt. The farmer pushed the bolt across -
clunk - and pulled the door open - creeeeeeek - and walked
through.

Down a narrow, dark tunnel we encountered
another steel door with a solid crossbar holding it closed. The
farmer lifted the crossbar - groooooan - and struggled to pull the
door open – uuumph - and we walked on.

A few yards further on was a clear door made
of Plexiglas 18 inches thick. It had a combination lock and I
watched as the farmer opened it - 13-66-6 - click, click, click and
then swung the door open - swooooosh.

Past this door was a huge cage made of 3-inch
round steal bars. But, that wasn't what caught my attention. What I
saw was the huge monster inside the cage. It was gigantic! It was
covered with purple fur! And, it was asleep.

The farmer said, “This is my most prized
possession. Very few people have ever seen it. This is my purple
gorilla and you've got to promise me, I mean really promise me,
that you will NOT touch him!” Well, I thought that was about the
most ridiculous thing I'd ever heard. Of course, I'm not going to
touch a gigantic purple gorilla! So I promised him and I thanked
him for showing me.

Then, we made our way back to the surface. He
closed the glass door - swooosh - and spun the lock - click, click,
click. He closed the steel door - uumph, - and lowered the crossbar
- groooan. He closed the oak door - creeeeeek - and slid the bolt
in place - clunk. We climbed the stairs - squeek, squeek, squeek
and then closed the giant steel door placing the wedge under
it.

Well, I was tired so I laid out my sleeping
bag and 'hit the hay' as the farmer went back to his house. As I
laid there smelling the fresh straw, I just couldn't stop thinking
about that purple gorilla. What a magnificent creature! I wonder
why the farmer didn't want me to touch it. Hmmmm, it was asleep so
what harm would come of it?

Finally, my curiosity got the best of me and
I couldn't fight it any longer. Sure that the farmer was fast
asleep, I jumped up and went over to the giant steel door removed
the wedge, grabbed the iron ring on the door, and pulled it open -
creeeeeeeek. I went down the stairs - squeek, squeek, squeek. I
pushed the bolt on the oak door open - clunk - and pulled the door
open - creeeeeeeek - and walked through.

I raised the crossbar on the steel door -
grooooooan - and struggled to pull the door open - uuumph - and
walked on.

I came to the 18-inch thick Plexiglas door
and opened the combination lock - 13-66-6 - click, click, click and
then swung the door open - swooooosh.

I walked up to the huge cage made of 3-inch
round steal bars and gazed at the purple gorilla that was still
fast asleep. After pausing for a second, I reached out my hand and
I softly touched his fur.

He immediately jumped up and let out a
blood-curdling roar, turning and staring at me with huge, blood-red
eyes. His fangs over two feet long were dripping with saliva.

Needless to say, I tore out of there as fast
as I could! When I got to the glass door, I could hear the gorilla
tearing at the bars of the cage. I turned around in time to see him
ripping and bending the bars and forcing his way through.

I closed the glass door - swooosh - and spun
the lock - click, click, click - and ran on. Just as I was closing
the steel door - uumph - I heard the gorilla hit the glass door and
it shattered into thousands of shards of glass. I lowered the
crossbar - groooan - and ran on. I slammed the oak door closed -
creeeek - just as the steel door exploded off its hinges. I slid
the bolt in place - clunk - and ran as fast as I could up the
stairs - squeek, squeek, squeek. Just as I was closing the huge
steel door - ker-thump - the oak door disintegrated into pieces no
bigger than a toothpick.

I didn't bother to put the wedge under the
door - instead I ran to my truck hoping to escape. As I opened my
truck's door, the huge steel door flew from its hinges and the huge
purple gorilla sprang out into the yard. He saw me as I jumped in
the truck and tried to get it started.

I turned the key and could see the gorilla
running across the yard toward me. The truck didn't start. I tried
again, and this time the engine turned over and came to life.

Just as I was putting the truck in gear, the
purple gorilla reached the door, grabbed the handle and ripped the
door completely off the truck. I stomped on the gas, the engine
raced, but nothing happened - the gorilla had lifted the truck off
the ground and I was helpless.

I just knew that I was going to be torn
apart, eaten or worse in just a matter of seconds. I thought how
foolish I was to disobey the farmer’s wishes. As I sat there
helplessly, that enormous purple gorilla reached into the cab,
stretched out his giant hairy hand towards me, grabbed my arm, and
said, “Tag, you're it!”

*****

O
nce Upon a Time,
there was a little vampire bat. His vampire bat buddies called him
Radar. Every night Radar would leave his comfy cave and go out to
have a little dinner. Now what is it vampire bats like to drink? Oh
yes... Blood...Wet Red Blood…ewww. Well one night this little
vampire bat came back in very late to his cave. His face was
covered in delicious yummy blood! Well, when Radar’s hungry buddy
bats saw this they said, "Hey, where did you get all that blood?
Your face is covered in it." Radar looked embarrassed and he said,
"I don't want to talk about it, leave me alone." "Aww come on,"
cried the other bats, "We’re hungry and we want to know where you
got all that scrumptious blood!" But Radar hung firm and said
nothing while he slowly cleaned his face dry. His bubby bats
persisted, “Where did you get all that blood?” Finally the little
bat gave in and said, "Fine, if you must know follow me."

And so the bats all flew out of the cave into
the night air yelling, "Where did you get the blood?" The little
bat would just sigh, "Follow me." They followed him for what seemed
like miles and miles the whole while crying out, "Where did you get
the blood on your face? We want some too! Are we there yet? Are we
there? Where did you get the blood on your face?"

Finally, they arrived and the little bat
said, "Do you see that hill over there?" And they all said, "Yes,
but we want to know where you got the blood on your face?" And the
little bat said, "And do you see that tree on that hill?"  And
all the bats said "Yes?"

"Well I didn't and that’s how I got the blood
all over my face!”

*****

S
pencer, Adam and
Christopher were having lunch at school when they started to share
some scary stories they knew.

"My dad’s friend walked into the Crown
Cemetery one night and at midnight the hand of a skeleton reached
up out of the ground and grabbed his leg," Spencer said, as he ate
his sandwich.

"So, what happened?" Christopher said.

"He was pulled down under the dirt and died
for lack of air," Spenser answered, while munching on a carrot
stick.

"Oh come on,” Adam said. “I’ve seen that one
in a movie somewhere before.”

"No really, I think it’s a true story,”
Spencer said. “If you don’t believe me than I dare you to stick a
knife in the ground on top of a grave at midnight tonight and leave
it there. Christopher and I will look for the knife the next
morning proving you were there.”

“No sweat,” Adam said, as the friends headed
for their next class.

That night, Adam arrived at the gate of the
cemetery. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as a cold
breeze rushed by him. He walked in and shortly found a new grave.
He took the pocket knife out of his jacket pocket and opened the
blade. He wanted to leave right then, but he knew that his friends
would make fun of him, so he decided to get this done as quickly as
possible and get out of there.

Adam squatted down, closed his eyes, and
jammed the knife into the ground.

As he quickly went to stand up there was a
tug on his jacket. He tried harder to stand up and realized that
something was holding on to his jacket and pulling him down. He
screamed as hard and long as he could and then fainted.

The next morning, Spencer and Christopher
found Adam fast asleep on top of the grave. They woke Adam up and,
without rising, Adam told them the story. They looked down at his
jacket and all three of them started laughing out loud. The corner
of Adam’s jacket was pinned to the ground by the knife that he had
accidentally run through it the night before.

*****

T
he funeral was a
somber event. Old man Williams was 96 years old when he died. He
was a rich man, but had few friends. He had lived the last forty
years of this life in London, England and had only come home to be
buried. Few people attended the funeral, but one of the few was old
man William’s grandson Ted.

Ted was a no nonsense type of guy. He was a
man of little humor. The family had not been close and there was
certainly no love lost here. Ted had never married or had children
and cared little about himself or others. Ted treated people with
contempt, as simply a means to get what he wanted.