Nightmare Camping Novels & Stories

Max I sit in my seat at church, located to the left of Austin. The long oval red oak table proudly presents the emblem of our club. The death symbol holding his usual scythe along with a shield. Under the emblem are the words Nightmare Warriors MC in black bold letters. We have only been in church a few moments and are still waiting on a few brothers to join us, but judging my Austin's nervous behavior, I can tell something is defiantly wrong. The thought worries me. This club doesn't need any more bullshit.

Blame me? I worried at first they would want to camp at the party site, the place where former cheer captain Suzanne Collins was taken over by the creature Cesard, the same place he died in the first light of the sun. I knew if it were the case, it would be a deal breaker for me. No way was I going near where the messed up creature crispy crittered. But to my relief, we ended up on the north end of town in a small campground just opened for the season. Alison picked our site, naturally. We were right on the edge of the woods, closest to the bathroom. Typical. Although, I wasn't complaining. Nothing like staggering through the dark in the middle of the night when I really needed to pee.

Cult marks on Nightfang’s history. It would be so easy, she thought, for everyone back home to slide right into the old script: *See? They were always the problem. We told you.* Not on her watch. Not this time. --- ### Chapter 40 – Us They camped that night on a rocky rise that offered a view of the valley spread out below—a patchwork of dark forest, paler fields, the occasional glint of water. The sky overhead was clear for once, stars pricking through the deep blue like scattered salt.

Telling me that he was seeing my manipulation but willing to indulge in it. He’s more clever than one might give him credit for. I need to watch my step. I could feel a restless anxiety in the distance. My mates. I could almost sense the heartbeat of each. Hear their breaths in my ears as they worried about where I was and if I was okay. I forced my heart rate to slow. To let them know I was calm. Because I understood they were sensing me. If I alarm them, they’ll come too soon. *** I’d seen coming into this camp that it was by far the largest of all the NightHunter encampments. Multiple shacks, countless huts and the males lingering outside were far larger and scarred from many battles.

In the center of the largest room, they had constructed a makeshift fire pit using cinder blocks, carefully contained to prevent the flames from spreading. Dylan explains they light it at night for warmth and a little light. They offered me some scraps of food—stale bread and a bit of hard cheese from a successful run the day before. It's not much, but it's salvation. While I eat, I find an unclaimed mat in a corner and make a small bed. Brandon introduces me to the rest of the gang. It’s a mixed group—around fifteen kids in total, boys and girls of different ages and backgrounds, all hiding from the world. We exchange quick nods and handshakes, the formality of it easing the tension. My exh

she says with a slight eye roll. "My dad's the same way. To him, camping is being in a multi-million-dollar condo on a private beach. I guess some of my rebellion was going out and camping in the woods with nothing more than a tent and a sleeping bag. If it's okay with you, there is a great campground roughly ninety minutes from here. They have tents and everything you need already there. We can camp out tonight and hit the road tomorrow morning." It might not be ideal, but it's set to be a beautiful night tonight, and maybe looking up at the stars and having a campfire would help to settle her nerves.

I had signed up for one of the road trips. One where we had gone camping in the woods. And the three nights were complete chaos for me. On the first night. A raccoon found it’s way into my tent while I was asleep. One the second night, I burnt my marshmallow too much and I had to sleep hungry. On the third night, some groups of girls had invited me for a truth to dare. Turns out they really just wanted to set me up with some guy to see if I was good in bed. “Sabrina,” I said, smiling.

' She gasps excitedly, and I wrestle her for my phone back, only for us to fall off the seat, giggling. 'Hailey! Mind your own business.' I blush. All the ladies except for Carol snicker. She is sitting there glaring, with her arms crossed. We arrive at our campsite at the Dandenong Ranges. Cora has organised a large oval marquee for all of us to sleep in. It’s massive and decorated with fairy lights and has a large round rug on the ground. There are double-sized, blow-up mattresses and a low, round coffee table in the middle, and cushions scattered around the table to sit on. It has a real boho vibe. Outside the tent there are log-seats, and a bonfire is already lit in the middle.

Two hours pass...... It was a dark, pitch black night in the forest that we had crashed in. The orange intensity of the camp fire pierced the blacken scenery of our rendezvous point. The people who say that camping is a dying pass time clearly never went camping with people who could do the things we can. A shuriken made of ion energy flew around a barrage of wooden sticks with marshmallows on the end falling above the fire. The shuriken slices through the middle of each stick, having the sticks land in the ground allowing the marshmallow side to lean five inches away from the fire.

“No problem, man. We’re going.” “Good. And feel free to pass along the message that Mike’s invitation for an orgy has been canceled.” They nodded and stumbled back toward the party. Brandt waited another couple of minutes, but no one else appeared. His deep inhalation didn’t provide a sense of calm. Chances were high his temper would still get the best of him tonight, but it couldn’t possibly be worse than his imagination. He opened the door. The older model camper smelled musty and was dark except for a light shining from the back. He passed a cramped living area and froze by the miniscule cook top when he noticed two naked forms. One standing. One…not.