This short, but very effective spooky campfire story is a fun one to tell when then campfire starts to die down a bit and the light gets a little bit lower. Don’t freak your audience out too much when you scream at the end! Break a stick each time you say the word “Crack” to engage the audience a little more.

“Creak”, a sound, faint, distant, but still heard.

“Crack”, something snapping, or being trampled on.

I sat in my room, reading. The room is silent except for the quiet fire burning.

“Creak”..Just the the house settling, nothing more.

“Crack”, Perhaps some small animals outdoors.

“Whoosh”, Was that the wind?

I stand up and peek out the window. A clear night is all I see, the full moon brilliant in the sky. Laughing at my nervousness, I return to my book.

“Creak”, I now silently chuckle at the sound.

“Crack”, how could I have been scared of some sounds.

“Whoosh”, must be breezy out tonight.

“Thump”…did that come from within the house?

I stare into the fire, trying to calm my jangled nerves.

“Creak”…

“Crack”…

“Whoosh”…will the sounds never cease?

“Thump”…”Thump”…”Thump”…

Closer, I think, the sounds are getting closer. I shut the book and close my eyes, and think of something besides his wild imagination.

“Creak”

“Thump”

“Crack”

“Thump”

“Whoosh”

“Thump”…”Thump”…”Thump”…a pause? I move quietly, slowly, towards the door with a nervous gait. “Thump”…a step back…”Thump”…yes, it’s getting closer. “Thump”…I stare at the door, trying to somehow see through it…”Thump”…I reach slowly for the doorknob, hand shaking, no longer able to take not knowing…”Creak”, a loose floorboard, near the door outside…”Thump”, I slowly open the door…

“A scream”

…silence…