Ghost Stories

I'm 18 years old and I'm an avid hunter, but I don't hunt for the sole purpose of killing; I only kill when I need to while I'm camping. One warm July day, I decided to go into the woods for a camping trip with me, my Game Boy, and my little dog, Buck. I was pretty far into the woods when I decided I'd gone far enough, so I pitched camp. Suddenly it started to rain very hard, so I finished and hurried into the tent with my dog.

I started playing my Game Boy and watching my little mini TV when suddenly Buck started to bark and whine as if he were frightened or angry. I immediately grabbed my .22 rifle and clutched it hard in fear. The dog was still barking, but now he was running around the tent like crazy, and when I started to hear a wailing sound, it was the scariest thing I had ever heard. It was like a combination of high and low wailing, growing, and snarling. At first, I had hoped it was a bear, so I turned off my TV, Game Boy, and my light, hoping it wouldn't notice me, but the sound was getting louder and louder.

Then, suddenly, Buck ran and ripped right through the tent into the dark woods after the thing. At first, I thought Buck was surely dead, because if it was a bear, it would eat Buck in a bite. My .22 rifle was still clutched to my chest, and then the wailing sound suddenly got lower and lower until it was completely quiet. It was about two in the morning now and Buck still hadn't returned, I thought for sure he was dead until I started hearing the sound of a dog whimpering coming louder and louder until it came crashing through the opening of the tent it had made. Buck was a very frightened white dog, but the most amazing part of this story was that Buck used to be a brown dog.

Buck died the next morning; his little heart had just stopped.