leo ll

I never believed my friends' scary campfire stories until an old woman walked out of the woods and asked to join us. Our scoutmaster had gone to collect firewood when she appeared from the darkness. The laughter stopped immediately. She had long white hair, wore an old nightgown, and walked barefoot through the clearing. Without saying a word, she sat in our scoutmaster's empty chair. "Would you mind if I told you a scary story?"We exchanged nervous looks. "Only if everyone agrees," she whispered. One by one, we nodded. I was the last."Yes," I finally said. Her smile widened. "Every Halloween, something wanders these woods. It always asks permission before joining a group. Once you invite it, nobody who meets it ever makes it back out of the forest." I glanced toward the cabin. Our scoutmaster still hadn't returned. "What happens if someone invites it?" I asked, She slowly turned toward me. "Then it takes every soul sitting around the fire." Suddenly, a branch snapped behind us.,...........