“Who wants to tell ghost stories!” shouted Conner, as the six of us started out on our evening walk into the wilderness.
I elbowed Julie, who got my drift and volunteered. “Exactly ten years ago today, on a cold Thanksgiving night just like tonight, the Allegheny Massacre shocked and terrified the entire town of Warren like nothing before it - or since…”
As she got into the wind-up, I let myself lag a few more and more steps behind the group until I was sure I was far enough behind that they could no longer see or hear me. I trailed them like that for a good few minutes, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t scare myself nearly half to death thinking about bear attacks and Thanksgiving zombies and the like.
By the time they decided to turn around and head back to the cabin, I could tell Julie’s tale of horror in the woods had their hearts racing. I made my move. I ran toward them from the darkness, and made a Really Scary Noise™ with the back of my throat. I tackled Conner and Alex, and everyone screamed, and then Conner tried to kill me but I fended him off, and we lived happily ever after. The end.