Sounds cool, PK! I had some campfire stories long time ago when I was 13 thru 16... me and my friends used to tell some horror stories and ghost stories, we scared each other!
Some of them believed one of the creepy stories!
Anyway, when the fireflies awoke and flitted amoung the mulberry leaves, the girls would flop lazily to the ground. Molly would wave good-bye as Noelle headed the half block to her house. An hour later, after dinner, they'd be on the phone to continue their conversation about whether Ed, a junior, would ask Molly, a freshman to the homecoming dance. He might've done it this weekend, Molly thought, if not for her ridiculous, unfair parents. Without even consulting her, they volunteered her to babysit her little cousins for an entire weekend at her aunt and uncle's house two hours away, in a tiny town outside Richmond. It was middle of nowhere.
Well, it's a long story to go... I'll add it later on.