For our campfire skit, we wrote a scary story to end our spooky trip. We wrote the story of our fearless soldiers; named Zara's Army.
Zara's Army
Not long ago, on a trip much like this one, with campers very similar to this group, there was a gathering of ghost hunters. They spent five days traveling the lake in search of spirits and paranormals, lead by two guides and their fearless leader, Zara. The first night the group paddled until they reached camp. They were greeted with rain as they set up tents. When the rain stopped and they were able to get dry the filled their stomachs with popcorn and headed back into the tents to sleep. Little sleep was given that night, however. Just as darkness took the last light from the sky, the group of campers saw a dark figure circling their tent. They told themselves it was just a bear, but when they looked outside they saw a ghostly white man retreating into the woods.The next morning the army packed up camp and headed to the next site. On the way, they stopped to investigate some abandoned cars, but their monitors showed no sign of paranormal activity so they continued on.
The second night the group had planned to spend the night at a site that has no background of being a spooky site. They walked into camp with the courage of having no spooky sitings. That was until one soldier ventured into the woods to gather more firewood. As he bent down to pick up a stick he soon found himself eye to eye with a coyote. The brave soldier held his ground and one the staredown with the coyote. The group ended their night with popcorn and scary stories around the campfire.
To this day, the group still will not talk about day three.
A true horror appeared on day four. While Nate was taking down the tent he stepped in bear poop. Shortly thereafter, our fearless leader took a wrong step, landing in poop... human poop.
After the incident, the guides mysteriously went missing and Addie was put in charge. She lead the soldiers bravely, trained them well and fed them popcorn. However, no amount of training could prepare the soldiers for what was about to happen next.
As the paddled to their final campsite a dark hooded figure emerged from the woods. The spirit cursed the group to sleep on rock and cacti. In the morning the spirit stole all their words, leaving them to communicate using only "Yo". They made it through the struggles and ventured on.
Finishing with one last meal of popcorn the troop assembled and made it back to Basecamp. At Basecamp they were reunited with their leaders; only to inform them that they lost one of their members.
Now we stand here, in remembrance of our fallen soldier; Woahgan, Your beauty line made the spirits too attracted to you. May this flattened soup spoon forever hold your memory.
