Ghost Club - a creepypasta

Ghost Club Adventures

"And when he got on the bus... THEY WERE SITTING IN THE BAAAAACK!!!" said my probably racist friend, Zach.

We finally made it. We were adults. After the years of hardships, tests, doomed high school relationships, and awful lunch food, we finally made it out of high school. The plan was for us to have this trip to Branson as a final sendoff before everyone goes their seperate ways, whether it be to college, online courses, or what have you. It was poetic, in a way, to end off our childhood days of high school with the guys I started it off with-- though I imagined the trip would be a bit more than us being racist around a campfire our whole first night.

"Ha. Black people. That was funny. I will now laugh," said my other friend, Colby. He's the smart one, but kind of an ass.

Zach took his bows after the story, absorbing all the pride that comes from making people laugh. Granted, the only ones really invested in his story were my buddy Will and I. Will's a pretty good guy, the kind of person who'd take a bullet for any of his friends. I just felt bad that he had to drive all the way to St. Louis to pick up Zach 'cause his ride bailed.

"Dudes! You're not gonna believe it, I actually remembered to pack a spoon this time!!!" Seb interjected, with a mouthful of the contents of his infamous 'Beanie of the Spaghetti Within'. "This shit's bangin' yo. Heyo, Jason, Staven! You guys want any of this?"

Staven and Jason, however could not hear him. They were too busy making out in the corner to bear his pasta-licious offer any mind. It was like a clashing explosion of curly hair and spit mingling into one. It was gross, but nothing I wasn't used to.

"Not gonna lie, Zach," Colby started, "that story was kinda shit."
Zach rose to him in provocation. "Oh yeah? How 'bout you kiss me on the mouth?"

Will slumped back in his lawn chair as the two argued. "Colby, we're 18 year old men who have been giggling at the N word since junior high, I think we all stopped caring about quality a long time ago."

I admit I had to agree. "Well Colby, if you have a better story, by all means, show us what you can come up with."
"I'll come up with your fuckin' uhhhhh SISTER," Colby retorted. He's dating my sister, by the way.

Everyone cheered and high fived.

"But for real Colby, tell us a story," I urged. "I bet you've been dying to let  one loose."
"Tch." Colby Tch'ed. "Alright maybe I will."

He rose from his chair and sauntered to the fire. He placed himself atop a flat log and let the glow of the flames envelop him. He had a story to tell.

“There was a hill. It was blank, but filled with grass. Curious, but mowed over. However, the person on this hill never could look at it, as only he lived on this hill. It was so blank, yet so mysterious. So bland, that it would force the man to puke... and the man said..... 'Fuck mowed grass.'"

He spoke like he knew what he was talking about, despite only having made this up on the spot. I've gotta say, credit where credit is due, I admired his dedication to his story.

"Booooo! We wanted more Jimmy's sister jokes!" Zach demanded.
"AND THEN I CUDDLED JIMMY'S SISTER, HEYOOOO!!!"

All sense of drama was gone as Colby sprung from his platform and ran in a circle high-fiving each member of the Ghost Club.

As the laughs roared and I grew slightly less comfortable, the night reached its peak. It wasn't long before our eyes grew heavy from exhaustion. We decided to call it a night, or at least move the party indoors to the cabin, but as we trudged inside, Sebastian stopped in his tracks as a loud buzz came from his phone.

"Yo wait, guys, did you get this too?"
I staggered forward. "Get what?"
"It's an Emergency Alert. It was just sent out. Check it out."

He handed me his phone with a series of text messages on the screen.