Campground Nightmare Novels & Stories

I cry out as I open my eyes, and I find myself in my own tent, sweat covering my body. That was the scariest nightmare I have ever had. I sit up and look over and find Natalie still sound asleep. I have to get out of here and go hunting before I freak myself out even more.

I scoffed, knowing full well how rigged those were, but I let it go. After dropping the depleted Aaron at his home, I drove to work. After a few boring days at the office, I found myself missing the campsite. Besides the busty lolita and the innocent looking girl, I wondered what the other girls were like. The itch to go back was strong. "Screw it, I'll just use Aaron’s membership card and pay him back if it comes to it," I decided and tried calling him. "Sorry, the number you have dialed is switched off. Please try again later."

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

"If that bitch weren't so crazy, we would already be enjoying this camp with horror stories." "Yeah, I would have agreed with that if our night hadn't been spoiled like this," James mumbled as the boys started packing their tent and other things they brought with them. They made sure that there was no trash or bottles left on their camping site. It was a long drive, but their bodyguards drove them, and the boys were only huddled in the back seat snoring. Alessandro was still exercising his hand gripper. "Sandro, you are so noisy," Adamson complained. "I can sleep through my daughter's crying, but your thing is really noisy."

Headlines blared across screens: "Nightmare in Nigeria: The Zombie Plague Worsens" "Army Encampment Overrun—Is the World Next?" "Global Fear Rises as Nigeria Broadcasts Horror Live" Meanwhile Inside the Encampment The camera feed cut back to Rachel, her face streaked with sweat and dirt. Her breathing was labored, and her voice shook as she continued to narrate.

Felt their blood on my hands. I was camping in the desert when the nightmares finally drove me to try something stupid. There was a bottle of pills I'd stolen from a pharmacy. Sleeping medication. I sat staring at them for hours, counting out doses. Wondering how many it would take. That's when I caught their scent on the wind. A pack of rogues roared into my campsite just after midnight. Bikes with custom exhaust pipes that echoed off the canyon walls. The riders were rough wolves covered in tattoos and scars. The kind who'd been kicked out of their packs for violence.

“After the daytime hunting, they will camp out in the woods, build tents, and stay the night. Because it is so far away from the city, the public’s eyes, they will…go crazy. A carnival, a fucking boarish and goaty one.” Aurora frowned. Her stomach swirled in disgust. “How crazy are we talking about here?” she asked.

By the end of the second week, what little money we had was nearly gone; we’d had nothing but soda and vending machine junk for days. We were hungry, our bodies starving for nutrients, and I was starting to feel desperate. We’d spent two nights in the car. When I managed to sleep, my dreams were wild, chaotic, punctuated by my mother screaming and the sound of gunfire, the smell of burning wood. The rest of the time, I moved through a kind of haze of fatigue, hunger, and fear. This is a nightmare, I’d tell myself. It isn’t happening.

It was insane that this was happening right now. But focus on one thing at a time. We needed to get off this god-forsaken mountain and then… I don’t know. Have I mentioned how much I hate uncertainties? It’s one of the worst fucking things in the world. It is the worst. “Is anyone else sick and tired of sleeping on the cold, hard ground?” Colby blinked. “It’s not that bad. Let’s think of it as camping out. We used to camp out a lot as kids.”

The night jogger sees in powerless Woodland Vista the visual equivalent of the local idiom “engulfed by heaven and earth” In the 53 days that Nathaniel “Nate” Policarpio has stayed (against his will) in Camp Unplugged, which is based in Woodland Vista, he experienced over ten power outages; a clear insight into the frequency of such interruptions in that backwater. Nate knows too well because he scritched a tally mark on the wall of his room for every single outage. Camp Unplugged is certainly living up to its name, over and beyond its mission of being an Internet addiction rehabilitation center.