The Car Crash
This is a good one to tell in Sept. or Oct. or keep it ready for that time you might hear a car going fast off in the distance Did you hear that car? It reminds me of something that happened 2 years ago at this very campground.

We were sitting around our campfire pretty much like this, but the night was a bit colder and quieter. Suddenly, I heard a car racing down the road over that way followed by a terrible squeeling of tires and a horrendous crash.

I and another adult jumped up, grabbed our flashlights, and ran out to the road to see if anyone needed help. The road out there is very straight for about 2 miles and then takes a sharp corner right by the camp. On that corner, we spotted a car rolled over and smashed against a big oak tree. Inside the car were four high school kids, all dead. There was nothing we could do so we ran back to the campmaster's cabin and called 911. We then went back to the scene to wait for the ambulance.

When we got there, there was no car, no bodies, nothing except two long tire marks on the road right to where the car had crashed.

Just then, an old man came walking down the road with his dog. He has a farm just on the other side of the road and he had heard the crash also, but he wasn't surprised to see no car. He explained that 25 years ago, the local high school football team had two star players and was favored to win the state championship. Those two boys never gave up - they practiced year round and had made a pact that they would never stop until they were champions.

The night they won their homecoming game, the two boys and their girlfriends were on their way to the big dance after a celebration party. Going too fast, they wrecked and all four of them were killed right over there.

Every year since then, on the night of homecoming, their ghosts relive the terrible crash. They refuse to give up and admit that they are dead. Sometimes, you can even see them wandering through the woods trying to find their way to the dance. Or, you can hear their low groans as they walk through the night.

White Eyes
(Customize place names to suit the occasion)

Note: Props will definitely add to the effect! Take a ping-pong ball. Cut it in half. Color a small dark pupil on each half. These will be your "eyes". Keep them concealed in a closed hand. When the time is right, pop them on over each eye.

There on that side of the lake (point) is where this story took place. As you all may know, the Interlakes area was a busy place 100 years ago due to the Goldrush. Miners turned this whole region upside down in a quest for GOLD!

Greed can be a dangerous thing, especially where Gold is involved. To find more gold meant faster production, and digging deeper underground. It also meant sacrificing safety, but that was OK 'cause there were lots of foolish men around looking to make a quick buck.

Well, one day an underground mine collapsed with 16 men still waiting to come up from a full day's work. Hour after hour went by as they awaited their rescue. The conditions were terrible. It was pitch-black dark, and very hot, dry and dusty down deep in that shaft. The men collected droplets of water that seeped down the tunnel walls in an attempt to satisfy their dying thirst. Days went by and still no rescue. To stave off hunger, they ate rats, mushrooms, and eventually... their dead co-workers.

(Throw a log on the fire for dramatic effect! Poke away at the embers.)

Despite their hopelessness, they scraped away at the rock and debris to try and dig their way out, confident that others would be digging from the surface as part of the rescue attempt. They dug and they dug, day after day, frantically hoping to see daylight from the surface. The days stretched into weeks, and then from there, the few men left alive lost track of time, and started losing their minds (coyote howls or loon laughter for effect).

An eternity later, the survivors finally broke through, and made two very surprising discoveries. One: there was no search party. The mining company had abandoned the mine, and simply walked away. And two... all that time underground had affected their eyes... Their eyeballs were all white, except for an itty bitty black pupil. And they could no longer tolerate sunlight.

Being left for dead was bad enough. Turning into some sort of White-eyed freak was too much. They snapped. In their rage they made a pact to hunt down every man who abandoned them in that old mine. And soon after, mysterious instances of men being killed in the mountains 'round here started.

The locals at first thought it was a bear or a cougar doing all the killing. The victims were usually found mauled, bloody and torn. But; Closer examination showed the teeth marks on the bodies... were from human teeth!!

(Throw log on the fire!)

One by one, those white-eyed freaks killed off every miner, and any other man they could find in this area. And to this day, you won't find any mining around these parts. Keep in mind this all happened 100 years ago. You're probably wondering what happened to those white-eyes?? They should all be gone now due to old age, or at least that's what they thought... until a few weeks ago. I heard on the radio, they found a hiker mauled on that trail on the backside of the lake. And on that dead man's neck... human teeth marks!!!

Heed my words, kids: As long as you're close to the fire, the light will scare 'em away, but if you need to go into the dark... (pop in the ping-pong ball props)

BEWARE of the WHITE-EYES!!!!