It Creeps in the Night

Another way a horror story comes to my mind…a photograph taken…

They set up their tent under a nearby tree. After a day of playing in Frenchman Lake and then having a dinner cooked over the open campfire, they retired to get some sleep.

A slight breeze blew throughout the night and this created a plethora of tiny noises. At one point, Tom sat up, resting on his elbows to listen to what he though were footsteps come from jus’ outside the tent wall.

He touched his Colt .45, wanting to make certain that he knew where it was, jus’ in case. But the night passed without incident.

Slightly after sunrise, Tom got up to re-stoke their campfire and make a pot of coffee. Once finished, he noticed that the tree that they had set up under seemed to be farther away from their campsite than the day before.

They spent the day and evening once again enjoying the lake, floating off short, splashing around, and getting sunburned. Again they prepared dinner over their blazing campfire.

That night and into the early morning hours, there were more noises, more odd sounds, strange foot-steps coming from behind their tent. This time, Tom decided to get up and with gun in hand, investigate.

There it was – the tree they’d been camping under — sneaking back from having taken a private dip in the lake.