Re: Campfire Stories
Merl Whitebook (MAWLAW@AOL.COM)
Sat, 15 Jul 1995 21:22:12 -0400
Here is another favorite story. Use names of DE's, Staff or Leaders to
improve the story. Hope you like it.
IT WAS the hottest summer anyone could remember at ____________ Camp, here
in Oklahoma. It was between sessions: Three vans of older boy scouts had
just left and the Cub Scouts were due in just two days. That left the Staff
of five young camp staffers for a peaceful weekend.
Unknown to them, another bus - a gray prison bus - was winding along the
road outside of the camp, transporting a single prisoner. The man was
criminally insane, according to the tag on his prison uniform, and the two
guards assigned to him believed it. He was very tall and strong, so his
hands were manacled in huge handcuffs and his legs were hobbled close to each
other with a chain. To keep him from running or kicking out at anyone, the
Warden had added an old-fashioned ball and chain, which he'd found in a
prison storeroom. That kind of thing hadn't been used since the 1920's. The
chain was clamped to the maniac's right ankle, and the heavy iron ball was on
the end of the four-foot chain.
The maniac was sitting quietly with his eyes closed, smiling that same
simple smile he always smiled just to keep the guards wondering. Thinking
that the maniac was asleep, the guards weren't being watchful enough. As the
bus swerved on a tight mountain curve, one guard slid off the wooden bench
and fell against the prisoner, who wasn't asleep at all. He quickly grabbed
the guard by the neck with the short chain on his handcuffs.
While they struggled, the other guard got up and went after the maniac. The
prisoner dropped the strangled guard and lunged at the other one. The guard
tried to draw his pistol, but the maniac had picked up the iron ball and
thrown it before the guard had so much as a chance.
The maniac found keys on the guard to remove the cuffs and the leg irons,
but he could not find a key for the ball and chain. He picked up the iron
ball again, smashed the wire glass window to the cab of the prison bus, and
grabbed the driver by the throat. The bus swerved all over the road and
finally crashed into the deep ditch beside the road, coming to rest against a
large tree. The maniac was out!
Back at the Camp, the Staff had swum all afternoon and were now back in
their tents on staff row, reading or listening to the radio. There wasn't a
TV anywhere in the camp. The sun went down and the owls began to hoot
scarily off in the distance. Suddenly someone screamed! Everyone came
running out of their tents and met at the assembly ground.
Missy the swimming instructor was missing! The other four ran to her tent.
The zipper was open and there was a pool of blood on the floor. The Staff
gasped, then suddenly became very quiet.
"Ssshhh! whispered David. They all strained to listen. In the trees,
somewhere nearby they could hear:
Step drag step drag step drag step drag
"Let split up and look for her! said Tim. They all ran off in different
directions into the dark woods. After a few minutes David yelled for
everyone to come to him. It was hard to follow his voice in the underbrush;
it was hard to believe that the woods in camp were so thick and impenetrable.
Soon Tim and Chris found David staring up into a tree. There in the
moonlight was Colin. He was hanging by his head in a fork of the tree
branches; his neck must have broken.
Off to the south they could hear noises in the under-growth:
Step... Drag......step ... drag... step ... drag...
Tim climbed the tree and lowered the body to the others. The three of them
carried the limp corpse back to the mess hall. Once inside, Tim hurried to
lock all the doors with big wooden boards.
"You all stay here", he said, "and lock this door behind me. I've got to
get to the office where the phone is."
The others objected, but Tim went out the front door and slipped off in the
darkness. The others dropped the wooden bar back into its metal brackets, to
prevent anyone from entering. After a few minutes the lights suddenly went
out. The staff started to scream, but then they realized that whoever had
cut the wires might not know where they were. The held their hands over
their mouths and hid under the serving counter.
Suddenly, something rattled the front door. It must be the maniac! The
Staff huddled together. Next they heard something outside the window just
above them, something dragging along the ground, going:
The double doors rattled again. Tim whispered, "hey dudes, let me in!" The
dragging sound was moving around the building going toward the back door.
Tim gasped louder, "Let me in!"
David ran from the Counter to the door and lifted the bar. Tim darted into
the mess hall like a scared cat.
Just as they got the double doors shut, the dragging sound came around to
the front. Just as they dropped the wooden bar into its brackets, something
huge and heavy hit the door, cracking the wood.
Tim and Chris ran across the room, tripping and stumbling over chairs in the
dark.. The object hit the door again, and the wooden bar cracked with a loud
noise. The two staffers looked under the serving counter. David wasn't
there! They ran to the back door.
"The phone lines must have been cut whispered Tim. "The phone was dead".
The heavy weight hit the front door again, breaking part of the door's upper
half. Tim and Chris lifted the bar from the back door and swung it open.
Another crash at the front door told then the doors were about to give. The
two slipped into the tall pantry and closed the door.
Back in the mess hall, the double front doors gave way in a burst of
splinters and broken boards. A deathly silence followed. The two staffers
hardly dared to take a breath. Suddenly, they heard that sound out on the
The sound stopped right outside the pantry door. Chris gasped. Tim cupped
his hand over his mouth and the two held their breath. Tim was afraid the
thing outside could hear his heart beating.
Suddenly there was a terrible scream outside the pantry.
It was David! He had moved to another hiding place, leaving Tim and Chris
on their own. Now the thing, whatever it was had found him. There was
another scream and the sound of something going out the back door.
Then everything was quiet as a graveyard.
The two waited all night, hardly breathing. The sun began to come up; they
could see light coming in through the cracks of the wooden pantry. A morning
dove was calling softly in the woods.
Then they heard a sound. Someone was coming in the front door. Slow
footsteps crossed the floor, along with the sound of something dragging along
The sound came closer to the pantry.
Suddenly it stopped, right in front of the pantry door as if someone was
Chris could not stand it anymore. He screamed.
The Pantry door swung open, and there standing over them was a tall,
muscular form, lit from behind. The man bent over.
He took off his wide-brimmed hat and show them his badge. "I'm the
Sheriff", he said, dropping the heavy bag of weapons and bulletproof vest he
had been dragging.
"THANK GOD YOU TWO ARE ALL RIGHT!"
If you have stories, skits or campfire activities, please share them with me.
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Tulsa, Okla USA
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