Friendly Campfire Stories 1
The current assignment is to make general posts on the blog for the next three weeks. While working as a substitute and dealing with horrible high schoolers, I've had trouble thinking of what to do since I didn't want to do just another cryptid breakdown till a friend made a suggestion tonight. Why not find some stories from others from the places they're from or their hometowns. I have several friends from around the world, so surely there are a couple of creepy urban legends they've either experienced or heard from their grandpa on his third glass of whiskey at the kitchen table while the mother who forbid it is off in another room doing laundry and this is his one drunken chance to freak out his grandkid. Now it's too late in the night to go interviewing for stories and there's only an hour and a half left on this deadline. So, with the help of my own alcoholic energy, I'm going to recount one from when I was little about my aunt's basement and the ...