The Guard: Campground Stories

By Anthony Jacobs

A guard, driving through the woods finds a long lost campground. What he finds will give him nightmares for the rest of his life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Books For The Hungry
• Release date: Aug 11, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311233585

Anthony Jacobs

I started writing as a hobby over twenty years ago, to alleviate the boredom I felt on the night shift at my previous job. I wrote mostly to amuse myself, and largely still do. When my children were born, I started making up bedtime stories for them. They were a tough audience, so I constantly strived to amuse them and keep their interest. Most of the time when I'm writing, ideas come to me after I have already started writing, and the books kind of write themselves. I usually try out my new material on my older kids, to see if I get a chuckle, and know that I got it right. I am now retired from my career of twenty seven years, and am able to dedicate more time to writing. My hobbies include woodworking, music (I play the saxophone and guitar), and leatherwork, when I'm not writing. If you are interested in woodwork, I have posted photos of my work at www.luckyduckartistry.com

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THE GUARD

Campground Stories

By Anthony Jacobs

Published by Books for the Hungry Book Publishing

Distributed by Smashwords

Copyright 2015 Anthony Jacobs

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters,

and settings are fictitious.

Any resemblance to actual events,

names, locales, organizations,

or persons living or dead,

is entirely coincidental.

THE GUARD

Inside the truck I had been assigned it was warm and dry, but the air was getting a little bit close. The windows were so fogged up that they offered very little visibility on this rainy night, so I decided to roll down the window and let the wind defog my windshield. Unfortunately in doing this, I failed to notice the giant mud puddle I was approaching. As the mud and stagnant water flew through the open window and hit me square in the face, one thought raced through my mind: I hate this stupid unpredictable weather! The only things that reached my lips were a bunch of four letter words that would have made a sailor blush. Now I would have to report back to my captain in the morning looking like some kind of swamp creature.

As an armed guard, it was important to keep myself clean and neat looking, because my appearance reflected to the public that I meant business. In this business it was very important to gain the respect and support of the public, because I didn’t have the authority to arrest people like the police did, even though I carried a gun in a holster on my side.

Vehicle patrol was one of the best posts to get, because I could do almost anything I wanted within reason. If I got bored, I would drive around discovering new paths through the woods. This was what I had been doing for the last hour when I hit that mud puddle.

By the time I hit the puddle, I was hopelessly lost in the woods. Sure, I knew I was in the same woods that I had patrolled a thousand times before, but everything looked different at night. The headlights on the truck only made the shadows longer and the forest seem deeper. The only way out, I figured, was to keep turning off on different side roads and hope that they would eventually lead me to something I recognized.

It was on one of