This is just a collection of scary, campfire stories I've collected over past experiences. Of-course, I didn't make them up. I just heard them from my friends. Here's the first one:

There was once an old lady who lived in a very lonely town. She shared her small house

with her dog; it would always sleep under her bed at night. Now, this old lady had a very

odd habit; every night, before she went to bed, she would place one hand under the bed

and let her dog lick it. Then she would fall asleep. On one particular night, after falling

asleep through the same procedure, the old lady was woken up by that steady drip drip

noise. It echoed all over her otherwise empty house. Getting up, she checked the

kitchen, but all the taps where closed, so she went back to bed. As usual, she put her

hand under the bed and her dog licked her. Later that night, she woke up again to the

same drip drip noise. This time, she got up and checked the laundry. No taps where

leaking there either. Frustrated, the old lady went back to bed and let her dog lick her.

But that wasn't the end of it; for the third time that night, the old lady woke up to the

dreaded drip drip noise. So this time, she checked the last possible place it could be

coming from; the bathroom. First, the old lady checked the sink and tub. All the taps

where secure. However, just as the old lady turned to leave she noticed something

strange. The shower door was closed, but she'd never closed it that evening. The drip

drip noise seemed to be coming from behind the shower. With trembling hands, the old

lady slid open the door. There, nailed to the shower wall as her dog. His blood made a

steady drip drip noise as it hit the floor. But, if her dog has been dead all this time, then

who was licking her hand?

And the second . . . .

There was once a man who, after is trip interstate took longer than expected, decided to

spend the night a shaggy looking motel. When he asked manager for a spare room, she

answered that the only one they had left was a two-roomed apartment; and the door to

the second room was bolted. Left without much of a choice, the man chose to take the

room anyway. He went to bed relatively early. That night, the man was awoken by what

seemed to be music floating in from the next room. Of-course he was surprised, as the

room should be empty. So in curiosity, he peeped through the large keyhole of the door.

There in the second room, he saw a ballerina dancing to the music. Thinking that the

manager must have forgotten she rented out the room, the man went back to bed.

However, nearly two hours later the music still hadn't stopped. Unable to sleep, the man

went over and tapped on the door, hopping to get a small talk with the girl. The music

stopped immediately. Rather taken aback by the suddenness, the man peeped through

the key whole again. However, this time he saw nothing but red. The baffled man

decided that the girl must have noticed him and covered up the key whole to stop him

spying. Feeling a little embarrassed, he went back to bed and slept the rest of the night.

Next morning, the man went to ask the manager about that ballerina next door. But the

manager was more surprised than he was. "Why, no one's stayed in that room for

years!" she cried. The last person who lived there died a long time ago. She was my

daughter." After saying this, the manager handed the man a picture of her child. There on

the photo was the exact girl the man saw last night, dressed from head to toe in a

ballerina costume. Strange thing was; one of her eyes was completely red . . ..

Okay, that's all for now. I might post some more later, chow!