3/03/15

[Thunder clashes]

    The storm squalls over the base of the red team. It was around that time to tell some scary stories. Everyone sat around a campfire in the base that pyro had built; however, neither of them stuck around since the scary stories spooked them, despite being crazed arsonists, and psychotic pyromaniacs that they truly are(no pun intended). The soldier was there along with Sasha, Jules, Chase, and Don. Mundy the red sniper was with David, as they all waited for the stories. Zephyr was the one going first. “ you lads ready?” he asked in a slight Irish accent. They all nodded, even Sasha. Jules looked over to his husband, “Are you sure you want to do this Sasha? You don't have to you know.” “I k-know but I want to t-try.” Sasha edged closer to Jules. “If you need a shoulder to cry on, feel free to look to your left.” Jules told him, Sasha smiled, then looked at Zephyr, “Re-ready.” Now Zephyr was new, but was good with a gun. Being part of the red team was easier than fighting for the blue team, since he's better at defending. Zephyr nodded, then began.

    “This happened some time ago near a place called Scout Mountain, it's not what you'd expect; however, it was nothing more than a campsite. That was only during the day, there's a legend that has frightened tourists for many years. The moan from Scout Mountain. A couple of years ago a man stood next to the ledge looking over the trees to bask in the beauty. His wife went to their car to grab the camera, but when she walked back to him, she tripped over the metal fence that once protected cars from flying off the edge. She fell to her death, and was gone for good, but her husband mentioned that she was nowhere near the metal fence, but he watched her quickly fall like she's been pushed, by some unknown force. The deceased's husband always stood at that certain spot with a white cross to his late wife's memories. The officials had to rule out her death as accidental. Every time he came, he moaned, and moaned, and moaned, until he was pushed to his death, by the same unknown force from before. His screams echoed throughout the campsite, now they say that every day around five you could hear the ghost moaning from the loss of his loved one...five after five in the evening you could hear his bloodcurdling screams echo. Then they stop around ten after.”everybody was frozen, Sasha was so scared that he gripped Jules' arms, and held onto them until they'd bruise over.