A small group of five friends went camping in a forest at night, they had been planning this camping trip for a while.
The main reason why they were planning this camping trip was because of the story Max (one of the five) told them few months ago.
Initially they refused to believe him because Max was a very creepy and strange guy, he was very fetish and was in fact a retired junkie but curiosity set in so they decided to go camping so as to find out if it was true.
According to Max, there was a friendly dancing ghost clown that lived in the forest named BILLY.
Billy only appears at midnight when five people in a car flash the headlights of the car and says his name BILLY five times, he will appear and dance for a few minutes then he will disappear.
It sounded childish but they had to clarify because Max insisted that it was true.
So that night they prepared the car thy would use, a truck would be better so they fueled the truck and zoomed off to the forest.
Midnight finally came after what seemed like an eternity, they hurriedly performed the necessary ritual but nothing happened.
They tried a few more times but nothing happened
Suddenly a noise startled them, they were terrified but the noise turned out to be the wind rattling the dried leaves.
Nothing's happening Max, i thought that thee ghost would appear when we flash the car's headlight and say his name five times..
David said angrily
I said that? well i must have been high because i don't remember saying anything like that, i just told you guys the story my grandma always told me when i was younger and you guys just got curious over nothing...
Max said with confidence...
They felt like strangling him but they resisted the urge because he was still their friend and besides why did they even believe him?
Max was a retired junkie who was still recovering and had a reputation of saying unreal stuff but somehow he managed to convince them this time around.
They slept in the car and by morning they went back to their homes disappointed and angry.
Ghastly!
Poor Max, being a recovered Junkie is very difficult.
Thanks for sharing!
As are we :) This is sort of a story that didn't happen. It's true the friends went into the forest and came back together, but nothing really occurred. This is almost just a character sketch of unreliable Max--and his silly friends who should have known better (he is a retired junky after all). The story is a little bit funny, though.
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I like the creepy factor in your story, @emeka002. I just wish something happened in the forest. As readers, we get set up to believe something interesting, humorous or scary will happen. If a dancing clown ghost suddenly showed up, it would really make this story, and boy would Max be surprised, since he made it up!
Thank you for the review...
But i want to ask why my posts in @theinkwell don't get curated these days, did i do anything wrong or break any rules.
I'm asking because it's discouraging to write a post and not get curated..