After a day of hiking through the woods, we set up a camp near a small stream. as the sun set, we gathered around the campfire to make a modest dinner. "who has a ghost story to tell? " heather asked, filling up our plates with lumpy macaroni and cheese. "oh come on," mina laughed. "aren’t we a little old for ghost stories? " "i have one," nicole said. "it's about an old man who used to live in a cabin in this part of the woods. only this isn’t a made-up story."