Scary Stories for the Dark

Camp Ridge

Background: In 1967 a camping grounds was found whenever the six day war was spreading, some people started to move here in order to avoid a potential draft that could have happened. Once the six day war was over people abandoned it, some still stayed while the others went back to civilazation. 

The people that stayed however grew more insane and crazy, soon doing rituals that were considered good, but one they did cursed the grounds. A few years later a group of teens that were going on a road trip they wanted to take refugee from a storm in a place called 'Camp Ridge.' The story they have from that place was troubling, in the end the story was enough to make headlines and some even made their own books of the testimony.

In the end the camp was investigated after police got a tip from a random bar in the area, they  never found the person who tipped them off but the police still closed down the perimeter and made sure nobody else was there before sealing off the camp. This is the story what the police could infer on what happened at Camp Ridge.

It was on a hot day in 1972 where the story starts, a group of recently graduated teenagers took a vacation down to Flordia to enjoy the nice weather that was brought with summer. They were driving back to California, their home. As they drove back they stopped at a local gas station in the middle of a humid sunny day near the border of Texas and New Mexico.

One of the teens got out to go into the building to pay the person at the counter, when he walked in a tiny little bell rang above him. "What can I get ye?" The person behind the counter asked, he had a fan going as he just wore slim pants and a tank top for the heavy heat.

"Can I get five for the pump?" Fredrick asked, he pulled out a five dollar bill to pay. The person behind the counter nods and he takes the dollar bill, then went out there to pump gas for them, the heat making him sweat just by walking outside.

"Jesus Christ its hot outside today Fredrick, how can you just go outside in jeans and a long sleeve shirt?" Barbra asked, using a rag to wipe off the sweat on her. "Well what do you expect? Me to walk in there without any clothing?" Fredrick asked, he got in and drunk some bottled water as the other four continued to stay cool.

"He's got a point Barb, someone has to go out in this heat." Allen said as he played some cards with Jill. "Well we could have just went back the way we came." Barbra shrugged.

"We dont got a lot of money left to do so, we're down to maybe a bite to eat and another tank of gas." Fredrick explained as he sat in the driver's seat, the cashier waved him signalling that he was done and went back inside. Fredrick thanked him and soon they were back on the road.

A few hours passed and they were soon about to get into Utah, the heat was becoming slightly more cooler and the group was thankful for that. Fredrick hoped they can at least get into California before night falls, and Ol' Betsy wouldnt break down either. But things were looking good right now, the group was occupying their self and he was able to get a nice peaceful drive. 

Fredrick knew these roads for the most part, usually with family they would visit texas every Christmas so these highways were familar, but Barbra would still make sure he had a map next to him just incase he got lost.

"How much longer you think we got?" Allen asked as he won another round of cards. "Well if nothing bad happens, we can make it back before noon tomorrow." Fredrick answered, watching as crows started to pick apart roadkill he drove by.

"Well im going to pray nothing bad happens." Allen smirked a bit. "Don't pray, if anything you are the last person I want praying." Jill said, giving him a look as she looked out the window to the roads.