Mosquitoes buzzed, but
kept their distance as the aroma of
insect repellent overpowered the smoke coming from the dying campfire.
The counselor was getting to the good part of the ghost story and
the campers were all quiet, straining to hear the raspy whispers
of the protagonist. The sudden sound of footsteps approaching on
the pine needle carpet silenced the group. All heads turned simultaneously
and the little girls screamed when a man emerged from the tree line,
dressed in torn clothing and carrying a pack. The pack started to
move as an infant's startled cry joined the panicked chorus...