Campfire Tales

We had just gotten back from a Halloween party for John when John, being the only non-believer in ghosts, asked Karen and me if the stories about the many sightings of ghosts in the ghost town were true. Of course we said they were all true, and of course his response was, "These stories are just a bunch of made of stuff to keep nosy people from vandalizing the old town."

"Well if it's not true then why don't all of us camp out tonight at the ghost town and put these old stories to rest once and for all." I replied. I told John that I would get my tent and some blankets. Karen volunteered to bring some food and flashlights, and John said he would bring some fire wood, beer, and his guitar. I decided we would all ride together in my car to the old ghost town. Everyone was excited about telling our friends at school all about our spooky tales when we woke up the next morning, but little did we know that there would be no tales to tell because we would never be heard from again.