What are good ghost stories to tell around a campfire?

Question

I am having a haunted forrest behind my house and one of the features is a story telling section where there is going to be a campfire and someone will be telling stories. what would be some good ideas?

Answer 1

SHORT: No matter how many times my grandma told me this story, I jumped every time!
Once there was a little girl whose name was Rose Marie.
One night she woke up about midnight because she heard someone walking across the floor downstairs.

step...step...step...step...step

She quickly pulled the covers up over her head and shivered, holding her breath.
Soon, she hears a wavery voice (say slowly in a scary voice).

" Rose Marie - I'm on the first step and I'm coming to get you!"

Then, Rose Marie heard another step and then the voice said
" Rose Marie I am on the second step and I am coming to get you!"

Well every step the voice called to her until the voice was right beside her bed.
"Rose Marie I am right beside your bed!"

(crouch down in front of your audience)

"Rose Marie! (pause)

I GOTCHYA!

(Jump at the audience as you shout “I GOTCHYA)


LONG:
:Much to the displeasure of our parents, we liked hanging out in the old barn. The barn was situated toward the back of the house and was a dilapidated, crumbling building that we were forbidden to enter.
My brother and I usually went there at night and with our flashlights we would enter the barn through a side door that hung precariously on its last corroded hinge. It appeared ready to collapse at the tiniest provocation, so holding our breath and very careful to avoid touching anything, we would squeeze through the tiny opening to the inside.

Scattered randomly throughout the interior were rusting farming implements, rakes, a scythe and numerous long-forgotten other tools that no longer resembled anything useful. All of the items appeared dangerous and capable of serious damage if they were mishandled or if careless passage caused contact with fragile skin. We kept our distance and tried to remain clear of these things, finding our usual seats in the center of the room on the old hay bales left there.

The barn itself was pretty spooky and in the darkness, the outlines of the objects and decaying contents resembled the skeletons of the dead, but my brother and I liked it. We would go there and share spooky stories and get ourselves so frightened, we'd barely find our balance to get back out the decrepit barn door as we would literally be shaking in our boots.

But the loft was the most sinister part of the barn. It was dark as pitch and the ladder leading up to it had years ago crumbled into an unusable heap of kindling that lie uselessly on the barn floor. The few remaining steps appeared in tact at the top, but at ground level the decaying rungs appeared through the murkiness to be the gaping holes of a skeleton's dislodged teeth.

We never went up to the loft and could only imagine its contents: huge spiders covered with coarse hair and menacing fangs. Their enormous eyes watched and waited for anyone who dared to ascend the rotting ladder to the elevated platform. Other than our mental images of the spiders, we had no idea what was in the loft.


One night, we were in the barn sitting on the floor talking. During pauses in our conversation, we listened to the mournful groans of the old structure slowly yet very audibly decaying. Why this caused us such fascination is unknown to me, but we were thoroughly enjoying the spooky, musty ambience that was the old barn.

My brother was telling his favorite ghost story for the hundredth time in low, hushed tones. I was enthralled by the tale as my brother was very good at making any story sound terrifying beyond belief.

Just when the story hit its scariest point, a scraping noise began to emanate from the loft. At first we thought it was our over active imaginations. But the soft sound grew in intensity as we listened, almost as if the originator had waited to ensure it's audience was paying attention.

Scraaaaape. Screeeeeech. Scraaaaape.





Then for a second, the only sound we could hear was our heartbeats pounding wildly in our ears. We stared at each other with wild eyes, lids locked wide open, almost bulging.

A chill ran down my spine. I grabbed my brother's hand and held it to me. I couldn't imagine what could be causing the sound and in terror, I whispered loudly, "Michael!"

At that, my brother shifted position and leaped over to sit beside me. He shook loose my grip and wrapped his arms around me, covering my mouth with one of his hands. "Shhh," he whispered, very quietly.

Screeeeech. Scraappppe.

It was a metallic sound, hollow and ominous.

Michael grabbed my hand and pulled me with him as he jumped up and ran for the door. We held our breaths as we squeezed through the passageway, careful to keep from touching the sides. We escape the barn and ran out into the night using all of our might to keep from screaming.

We made it to the backyard and stopped, bending over and holding our sides, chests heaving. We gained our composure before we stepped onto the porch and opened the screen door. Mom was there and said, "Time for dinner kids!"

"I'm glad you're here," she continued, "a man escaped from jail tonight and the police are on the lookout. You kids should stay inside. Guess the guy was a terrible, evil person. Murdered five people before he got caught."

We half listened as we pulled out our chairs to sit down.

"Shouldn't be hard to find, though. He had a metal hook for a hand. Gotta be pretty easy to find a fellow like that.

"Did you kids wash your hands?"short

Answer 2

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What are good ghost stories to tell around a campfire?
I am having a haunted forrest behind my house and one of the features is a story telling section where there is going to be a campfire and someone will be telling stories. what would be some good ideas?

Answer 3

the tell tale heart

not a ghost story but its still a good one for a campfire

Answer 4

You can embellish a little, but here is the gist of a story...
An old lady, lives on her own with her dog. When she gets scared at nights, she puts her hand under the bed and the dog licks it. One night she is listening to the radio and she hears that a madman has escaped from the local psychiatric unit. He is dangerous and should not be approached. That night she goes to bed and hears a drip, drip, drip. She feels scared so puts her hand under the bed and the dog licks it. Drip, drip, drip - again she puts her hand under the bed and the dog licks it. Drip, drip, drip - she can't stand it any more, so hunts around the house until she finds where the drip is coming from. The noise seems to be coming from her kitchen cupboard. She slowly opens the door - creak... and there's her dog, hanging upside down in the cupboard, drip, drip, drip goes his blood. She is horrified, but as she turns to phone the police she notices a note pinned to the dog. The note reads "Not only dogs can lick..."

Answer 5

this is so freakin sweet - if you tell it well enough, you can scare yourself, too:

One stormy fall night two college students had a date. They were going to a costume party at their friend's house. Two miles from town, their car started sputtering - they were out of gas. Luckily, there was a gas station just at the edge of town. Pulling over to the side of the road, the boyfriend told his girl he would be back before she knew it, and not to open the door for anyone else. They agreed that he would knock three times when he got back. The girl was too scared to stay in the front of the car - she got in the back and her bf helped cover her with a blanket. He kissed her and took off.

A short time later, there was a clunk on the roof of the car. The girl frowned. Her bf shouldn't be back yet. Cowering beneath her blanket, she decided she must have imagined it. A few seconds later, it sounded again. Clunk. And again. Wait..this was actual knocking now: an insistent knocking. She peeked out from under her blanket - there was a police officer peering in the window. The girl breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door for him. He asked her to get out of the car, and she did. The officer told her not to look behind her.

She looked.

Her boyfriend was hanging from a rope, tied to the tree they had parked under. His foot came down one last time. He'd been trying to warn her: there was a killer on the loose. "Do you like my costume?" the man with her asked. "We may be a little late to the party." He lunged. It was the last thing she ever saw.

*diff. story*
These two girls are college roommates, and one night one of them comes home late. Not wanting to wake the other, she leaves the lights off and gets into bed. In the morning, she wakes and looks over at the other bed. Her roommate, covered in blood, is lying dead next to her. The first girl screams and jumps up, and as she does she sees the message on the wall: YOU SHOULD HAVE TURNED ON THE LIGHT.

*OTHER story :)*
One snowy night, a girl is left home alone. As she watches t.v., she suddenly notices a man staring in at her through the window. She turns off the lights and calls the cops. When the police get there, though, they search all around the house and cannot find any footprints. Trying to console the girl, one officer places his hand on her shoulder. He looks down and sees a pair of bloody footprints on the carpet behind him. The man was not outside the house. She had seen his reflection behind her.

Answer 6

I'll just write this one all out.
On an average Saturday night, a teen babysitter found herself stuck with watching over her neighbor's children. SInce the kids would just sleep the whole night, the parents allowed her to watch TV, but check with them for any locked chanels. Later that night, the babysitter called the father for the password to a locked show. She then added, "And can I cover up the clown statue? It's really freaking me out." There was silence on the other line until the father finally said in a tense voice, "We don't have a clown statue. Get out of the house." The parents rushed home, but they were too late. The babysitter was dead on the couch and the kids were dead in their beds. All that was left was a killer on the loose.

Answer 7

There once was a ghost fron nantucket who tryied to hide in a bucket, to scare all the kids so he just hid & they filled the bucket with water.

Answer 8

bloody mary never gets old.

Buy a scary stories book & read that to ur guests

Answer 9

I was wondering the same question too today