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Spencer and Greg were going on a camping trip with Morgan, Hotch and Rossi. The woods were lovely in spring and the boys set up came near a large lake. After a day of hiking to the campsite, setting up camp and cooking hotdogs and beans, they settled down around the warm campfire to talk and tell stories.

"Ok anyone know any good ghost stories?" "I know one" shouted Greg. He sat up and took out a flashlight from his back and shined it on his face to make himself look more sinister.

"This is the story of the headless woodsman. Long ago an old man who lived in this forest, was sitting at the lake when a bear popped out of nowhere. The man struggled to get the beast off of him but in only a second the bear's jaws latched on him head and ripped it off. The bear ran away with the head and to this day the woodsman looks for helpless victim to rip of their head and try to use as his own."

The other men stare at him with bored eyes, "Greg, we hunt psychopaths, serial killers, rapists, cannibals, and whatever else we get sent to hunt down. So ghost stories for us are not as effective as they used to be" said Hotch.

The others laughed as Greg pouted. "Well it's pretty late, I say we call it a night, we getting up early tomorrow to go hiking to see eagle peak" said Rossi.

The others got into their large tent and snuggled into their sleeping bags. "Uh…guys what's that smell?"

"Oh sorry, it's the beans." "Oh god, Morgan that's gross."

LATER THAT NIGHT

Rossi left the tent to go to the 'bathroom' when he noticed that Greg was gone. He left the tent to look for Greg. "Greg" he called out quietly. Suddenly he heard rustling in the bushes nearby. He slowly walked up to the bushes and he quickly moved the bushes away to find Greg reading a book with a small flashlight.

"Greg what are you doing?" "…Reading…" "…Ok whatever; I was just worried since you weren't in the tent."

Suddenly they heard a low moan coming from the forest. "What was that?" Rossi shrugged, "Maybe a bear or something."

The moaning became loader and loader and soon they started to hear load footsteps. Rossi and Greg started to get nervous and rushed back into the tent.

The others stirred and got up from their sleeping bags, "Guys what are you doing" asked Spencer.

"There's something out there, what if it's the headless woodsman."

"Oh come on that's was just a story."

"Spencer, don't you watch the slasher movies? Whenever a camper tells the ghost story they come true and everyone gets killed."

Suddenly they all heard footsteps right outside the tent. The figure opened the flap and they saw a blackened figure that looks headless.

"IT'S THE HEADLESS WOODSMAN!"

The others screamed and held each other in fear. Suddenly the man took out a flashlight and it was just a forest ranger.

"I'm sorry to scare you, but I can by to tell you that a big storm is predicted for tomorrow so you'll have to leave early."

"Oh ok, but why were you moaning like that in the forest?"

"…I wasn't moaning…"

Suddenly they heard a load moan and a scream that sounded like an old man.

The men grabbed their stuff and ran to the parking lot in their pajamas. Spencer was so scared that Morgan had to carry him on his back all the way to the car. They got into the car and drove off quickly.

"I'm NEVER going camping again" said Greg.