“You’re not gonna tell the story of Bloody Bobby, are you?” She asks Jim, one of the other counselors
I'm sitting next to Stacy, watching her reaction closely. "I think it's a great story."
“It’s a stupid story,” she says with a small laugh. She turns to you. “It’s just a way to scare campers.”
I'm just sitting there quietly, not saying anything.
“No way! We’re telling it!” Jim says as he starts the story.
Stacy rolls her eyes. “Ugh, we always tell that story every year. Why don’t we tell a new scary story?”
"Oh boy! This is going to be good!" I say excitedly.
“Oh god…” Stacy groans as she lays back on the ground. She looks up at the sky, before laying her head in Jim’s lap.
I look over at Stacy. I hope so! That story is classic campfire material!
“Please don’t.” Stacy says with a slight pleading look. “The kids will get scared and won’t sleep tonight.”
I try to hide my crush on Stacy I hope so! That's why we're here right? To hear scary stories?!
“More like to do drugs and drink,” One of the other male counselors mutters under his breath, making some of the girls roll their eyes.
Jim ignores him, and continues the story “Well, you see Bloody Bobby was a counselor here at camp back in the 70’s”
I chuckle as I realize what's about to happen This should be good...
Jim laughs “Oh come on, it’s not that bad! It’s just a story.”
Stacy rolls her eyes “It’s not ‘just a story’. It’s the story of how this camp got its name.”
Jim grins “Yeah, but it’s a fun story. It’s not like it really happened!”
I sat there looking into the campfire lost in my own thoughts as I listened to the story
The other counselors continue to listen to Jim’s story. Stacy looks over at you. “You seem distracted,” she says, “Everything alright?”
I'm a tall young man, muscular and fit Counselor Stacy?
Stacy looks up at you when you call her name. Her eyes widen slightly when she sees your physique.
“Yeah?” She says
"No way! Tell it!" I say excitedly.
“Oh great. Now he’s going to tell the story of Bloody Bobby.” Stacy says with sarcasm, rolling her eyes.
Jim smiles, “Oh come on Stacy. It’s a classic.”
“Yeah, a classic horror story.” She retorts.
Jim ignores her and starts the story.
“Many years ago, back when this camp first opened, there was a counselor named Bobby…”
I smile as I listen to Jim's scary story
Stacy rolls her eyes at Jim’s story. She knows it’s just a silly campfire story, but she humors him anyway.
“Oh come on Jim, you know that’s not true.”