Campfire Stories

By Larry Sells

Summary

Campfire Stories contains thirteen short stories.  It starts off with a flash story called "Tour" where Rover takes people a tour through a haunted house. 

              In Campifire Stories is a story called "The Creature Feature Curse" where Ted and Lee Boone  were watching TV until it went out.  They did not want to miss their favorite show The Creature Feature, so they went to Venture Electronics and purchased a new TV. They heard that Venture Electronics sold cursed items.  They didn't believe their TV was cursed.

Tonight it was The Wolfman, the original black and white version. After the movie was over the black and white werewolf attacked Ted.  Lee came in just to see the creature tear the last chucks of his father, Ted's throat.  Police came and didn't believe in Lee's story about a werewolf murdering Ted.

Saturday Creature Feature, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, played on TV.  Lee watched and dedicated it to his father.  After  the movie was over Leatherface came through the TV and murdered Lee inside Lee's bedroom.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Larry Sells
• Release date: Jun 14, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215193099

Larry Sells

Larry Sells lives in Decorah, IA where he writes his poetry and short stories. His short stories are filled with nightmares

Book preview

The Tour

"Everyone, gather around here.

That’s right. My name is Rover. Yeah, I heard all the dog jokes.

We are going to walk down the hall, here first and end in a room where we will serve supper.

Let’s get started. Over here, you will see a statue of the Reaper. Gruesome isn’t he. And look at the scythe. It looks good and sharp, sharp enough to cut us in half.

Let us continue. Come on, let us keep up. Here is the statue of the Corpse Master. Wave hi to him. Now, that everyone said their hi’s to the Corpse Master, I am going to tell you about him. As you might have noticed, he is wearing a black cloak like the Reaper. Underneath their cloaks are skeletonized bodies. He is sometimes confused with the Reaper. The tour guide laughs. You see, the Reaper does the killing, and the Corpse Master collects the corpses and rules over them. See inside his right hand is a black wipe. It’s used to herd the corpses.

Here we turn right. See ahead of us, you see a flaming door. Tell you; you do not want to go there, for it leads directly to Hell.

I know it is dark. You will want to turn on your flashlights. Sounds of chains rattling break the silence. That’s the ghosts, who live here. Don’t worry the flashlights will keep them at bay.

Okay now, take out your crosses. There are vampires ahead of us. From the rear, erupted a couple of screams. Looks like we lost a couple of people. Come on, keep up, I do not want to see any more people get eaten. We are almost there now."

A couple more screams from the rear push everyone forward closer to the tour guide. That is right, let us go through this door. You can turn off the flashlights and put away the crosses now.

From somewhere ahead, howls break the silence. Keep going straight. Keep up, we do not want any stranglers. We are almost there.

Hairs start to grow on the tour guide’s body and a snout starts to form. Through a growled voice the tour guide continued. We are almost there. From all around werewolves start charging the tour group. It’s time for supper.

Dream Spirit

I laid down staring at the ceiling waiting for sleep to take me. Finally, sleep came to me.

A little black dot flew by my face looking for a way to enter my mind and decided to enter my mind through my eyes. Once inside, the dot materialized into a small man wearing black from head to toe. On his shoulder perched a raven.

Give him nightmares, the man said.

Immediately, the raven flew toward a spot in my brain. Suddenly, the raven disappeared, and black feathers floated down.

The man heard bones crunching as something ate the raven. What was that?

From all around him, a booming voice answered, You have entered a horror writer's mind. I give nightmares, not receive them. You must leave or you will be absorbed.

What happened to my raven?

I ate it and boy, was it ever tasty.

The man decided that it was best for him to leave, so he transformed back into a dot and left my brain.

My brain went back to sleep until another dream spirit entered the skull.

Spirit

A Midnight Rambler Story

Frank Crow, the Midnight Rambler, drove his silver Trans Am down the deserted streets of Hooterville, IA. A seven-foot mummy was running on the sidewalk next to him. I am going must find a way to cut him off. Frank floored the gas pedal and turned directly into the mummy.

The impact tossed the mummy into the air causing him to go over the Trans Am.

Seconds after the mummy landed on the ground, Frank, picked up an ax, opened the car door, and rushed him. As the mummy tried to get up, Frank kicked him, knocking him back down to his knees. Frank’s first swing struck the mummy in the middle of the back. Frank swung, repeatedly, cutting off the mummy’s legs, permanently grounding him.

The mummy screamed and used his hands to try to get out of Frank’s reach.

Stop your screaming. You are going to die one way or the other. Another swing decapitated the mummy. Frank grinned and shook his head as the mummy kept crawling without his head.

Five more swings later, Frank started to pick up the pieces of the mummy, placed them in a pile, and tossed a match in it. The dry body of the mummy ignited and burned quickly. Frank wiped off his hands and phoned Sheriff Jake Stake.

Hi Jake, just called you to tell you that I just killed the mummy.

Good. Did you ever find out who controlled it?