Campfire And Other Spooky Stories For Kids

By Tara Mitchell

Experience the spine-tingling excitement of "Campfire And Other Spooky Stories For Kids," a collection of short stories perfect for young readers aged 6-10. Ideal for budding thrill-seekers, these stories combine the joy of camping and exploring with a touch of suspense. From eerie forests to haunted campgrounds, these stories will give you just the right amount of chill without the nightmares. Ideal for bedtime reading or campfire storytelling, "Campfire And Other Spooky Stories For Kids" offers a safe yet thrilling journey into the unknown. Packed with courage, curiosity, and delightfully spooky endings, this collection is the perfect choice for any child's library. Ignite your little ones' sense of adventure with these fun and creepy tales.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tara Mitchell
• Release date: Jun 20, 2024
• ISBN: 9798227931559

Book preview

CAMPFIRE

T hat should be it! Dad pushed the trunk of our station wagon closed, squishing our gear tight against the back window. He dusted his hands together and looked up the driveway. Last chance, Lilly. Want to come with us?

Ew. No. Camping is way spooky. My younger sister sat astride her bright pink bike parked just outside the garage. She watched us load the car, smacking away on a piece of bubblegum.

Aw, it’s not that spooky. Right, Tim?

Oh, no, Dad. It’s way spooky! I drew out the last word, making my voice sound extra creepy. Lilly squealed and turned on her bike, pedaling away from the house at top speed.

I loved anything scary. Halloween was my favorite holiday, and anything creepy or spooky was right up my alley. Horror movies, haunted houses, scary stories — sign me up. At least, I used to be like that.

Ready to go, sport? Dad asked over the top of the car.

I gave him a double thumbs up and slid into the front passenger’s seat. As I buckled my seatbelt, Dad slid in behind the steering wheel.

Hey, Tim? He gave me an apologetic smile. Let’s let Uncle Andy have the front seat, ok?

Ugh, Uncle Andy. I tried not to show disappointment as I got out and switched to the back seat. Behind me, the entire trunk of our station wagon was crammed to the gills with our camping gear. Dad and I spent all of yesterday pulling our tents, sleeping bags, cooking gear, and lanterns out of the garage. He surprised me with a brand new headlamp for my birthday last week and told me we were going on a camping trip to Lutin Forest State Park. I was so excited until he told me Uncle Andy was coming, too.

Don’t get me wrong. Uncle Andy was fine, as long as we were at a family barbeque or holiday dinner. Anywhere with a time limit and food and beer to keep him occupied. Uncle Andy never got married and never had kids, so whenever he was around, he attempted to bond with the cousins. Usually, there were about six of us, so he had to divide his attention among all of us. But this camping trip? I was the only kid, the only one for him to focus all of his attention on.

I was in for one supremely annoying weekend.

Uncle Andy arrived a few minutes later, toting a cooler full of beer behind him. I didn’t bother getting out of the car while Dad helped load the cooler into the packed trunk.

Hey, chief! Uncle Andy flopped into the front seat and slung an arm over the back. Ready to have some fun?

For sure, Uncle Andy. I tried to sound enthusiastic. It wasn’t his fault he was a big, annoying kid.

He grinned and raised a can of beer in my direction. The driver’s side door opened.

Put it away until we get there, Andy. Dad’s voice was hard, and I wondered if he regretted inviting along his younger brother.

Aw, come on, Dave, Uncle Andy complained, but he tucked the unopened beer into the cup holder.

It was a three-hour drive to the park, so when Dad and Uncle Andy started talking football, I put in my earbuds and turned on my newest favorite band, Metallica. Dad introduced me to Master of Puppets a few weeks ago, and I’ve been hooked ever since. The scenery whizzed by outside the window, changing from dense suburbs to sparse farmland. Finally, the trees grew thicker, and I knew we’d entered the park.

Here we are! Dad pulled to a stop outside the park office and got out. Uncle Andy pulled the beer from the cupholder as soon as Dad disappeared inside. He popped the top and took a long swig, smacking his lips.

We are officially on vacation, my dude! Uncle Andy said, lifting the can towards me.

Pretty sweet. I raised my mp3 player and tapped it against his can.

Dad reappeared moments later, holding a few pieces of paper. He gave Uncle Andy a reproachful look as he got back into the car.

What? Andy asked, grinning. We’re inside the park. It’s officially vacation!

Dad sighed and hung a tag from the rearview mirror. Site 104. Not too far from the bathroom.

A row of thick evergreens secluded our site, setting it back from the road and hiding it. The air smelled of pine and wood smoke as I got out of the car, inhaling deeply.

Great site! Uncle Andy clapped me on the back a little too hard, sending me stumbling forward a few paces. Let’s go walk around and see who our neighbors are.

Andy, I think we’d better set up camp before it gets dark,