Campfire Tales

Sitting round the campfire the men told each other tales as the night went on each one became more elaborate by turn Tales of whoopers that got away a few night time bed stories of this and that very lush ladies they swopped some hunting stories As the fire started to die down thoughts turned to spooky things headless horsemen and the like chilling in the dead of night A sharp crack of a branch heard making them all jump a mile torchlight shone through the tent the last of their company now here He was a born narrator as he told of the grey wolf that prowled how the Native Americans said to hear or see it meant death Just then as if on cue, a howl then they realized the narrator was no longer there, just vanished into the night air leaving nothing Spooked they settled for the night next day in a hurry they packed up when they got back to the town they learned the narrator had passed On his way to join their camp out he had been hit head on by a truck and had died at the scene of the crash his ghost narrated the story last night joining them for one last time before departing for the after life now when ever they hear the howl a shudder runs down their spines