Nightmare Camping Novels & Stories

She still saw her dog, still talked to it whenever she followed her dad to the ranch but she wasn't allowed to touch it. Her parents bought her teddy bears to replace him. Usually she would talk to her dog throughout the night and rub its fur while he slept so that she would not have to sleep but now that he was no longer with her, she had to let sleep overwhelm her every night even though she was scared of what she would see that night. Juana rarely wrote down what she dreamt, she just remembered them offhand. Besides, she dreaded writing them because it made her mind sick. Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

They grabbed a few hours of sleep in a motel on the outskirts of the city, then refreshed themselves with showers before continuing the long drive across the western states to the Mojave Desert. The smell of creosote bushes and cacti greeted him as they arrived at their destination in the early morning before dawn. They had driven through the night and finally had made it to the small campground that the family had used for years. No other campers were present at this particular place, so it seemed that they would have privacy to do as they pleased. None of them were very tired—they had slept in various intervals—and as they all wanted to get an early start for a day of riding, they set the

They all knew Chris was looking for trouble. “I’m not scared,” Naomi replied confidently. “What exactly am I supposed to be afraid of on a camping trip?” “Really?” Chris squinted at her skeptically. “Of course.” “Hm.” Chris did not look convinced. “The campsite just happens to be fairly close to the forest.” “So?” “It gets dark at night.” Naomi snorted. “I know the definition of night.” “And sometimes there are strange sounds. Not to mention all the insects you hear after dark.” Chris put on a creepy expression. “And then there are the stories the locals talk about the edge of the forest where we’ll be camp—”

At night, the soft glow of lanterns illuminates the interiors, creating a cozy and inviting atmosphere. Surrounding the cabins are well-worn paths that snake through the underbrush, leading to various communal areas. A central fire pit, encircled by large, smooth stones, serves as the heart of the campsite. Here, couples gather in the evenings, the crackling fire casting flickering shadows as they share stories and connect with their wolves beneath the vast, star-studded sky.

Whatever comes first. Now then, back to the task at hand. The new moon is tonight, and I want it to be perfect or close. I know we must be outside for this to work, so I have scouted and found a great spot to camp under the stars. I looked around the pile of camping gear. “Inflatable camping mattress?” “Ahaha! There you are.” I exclaimed, leaning across the table to grab the box. “Here’s hoping that you can withstand a werewolf mating.” I snickered as I put it into the bag I would bring.

On the outskirt of Allegra, a group of freshman from St. Antonio's College happily set up their camp for the night. It was the last week of their summer break, where five of them decide to go hiking and camping at Mount Verius, one of the highest and toughest mountain to beat. Dante, the camp leader was walking around their campsite, collecting fire woods for the camp fire when Alyssa and Morgan prepped dinner. They bought a few slices of beef and some chicken wings to barbeque. Eric and Lance were setting up the tents for everybody, when Eric paused in his track, his senses heightened as he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stood. He straightened his body, looked around, completely per

Or will we descend into chaos? Percy pulls into the campground. Mark has already set up the tents. The site of Mr. Darcy makes me want to vomit. Missy pulls her car beside ours. She will want to share a tent with me and make love under the stars. But I can't do that, not with Sam nor with Missy. My father's ghost still lingers here within the darkness of Falcon Falls. He will sense I am here and call out tonight in the shadows of the witching hour. It's a good thing I brought my own personal camping hammock. Then, I can sleep alone, hovering above the ground in a tree. The campfire will keep me warm, and my body won't become damp from the ground below.

Their class organized a team-building camping trip in the wild. As the underclassman, Lena tagged along—really just for a chance to hang out with her senior. It had been a clear night. She and the others sat around a bonfire, watching the moon and counting stars. But when it came time to sleep, strong winds picked up—just like tonight. It almost blew their tents away… Lena couldn’t sleep, partly from the wind, mostly because of a certain naughty little desire in her heart. So she’d snuck out of her tent and into Anthony’s.

She shook her head and drifted away, looking melancholy. I grabbed a few other ghosts, who all gave the same answer. Without exception, they knew nothing about their names or pasts, so I had no choice but to refocus on the clues at hand. The notice was roughly pieced together, but I could vaguely make out that it was a school notice issued to students. "Campus… Fully enclosed management… No communication devices allowed…" This was a fully enclosed boarding high school. Before completing their studies, the students could not set foot outside the school grounds.