Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Campfire Horror Story

The whispering winds blew the day's candle out leaving us stretched around like rubber bands tensely infront of the evening's campfire. We waited in anticipation for the telling of horrific stories. A middle aged weathered worn man drew close to the fire illuminating his tired features and he began filling the night air with a most spine tingling tail.

There once was a happy family that bought a nice pleasant parcel of land in the country. On this land they had a quaint little house and barn, but their most prized possession were the horses. The little girl of the family dreamed of having her own horse, riding and taking care of them and loving them with all her heart. Her dream came true.

One day when this family returned home after being at school and work, they'd found their fence tore down and their horses were gone! Unknown trucks and pipes and machinery of all kinds were on the property puffing big clouds of vicious black smoke. What was this monster? None only than Aruba Petroleum. Think I'm kidding? Check this out!

1 comment:

TXsharon said...

Thank you for posting about this. Here's the latest horror story from Aruba.