
Rainbow Beach Bonfire Tales
May 6, 2008
Something about bonfires invites a story,
and it has to be a good bonfire and a good story.
The “bonfire at night” scenario often invites scary tales,
those ones that make people gather closer
and huddle in a group. No-one wants to go get that thing
from the car, or leave first, etc.
It’s just that feeling…you get it on school
camps, get togethers, and things like that,
especially slumber parties on Rainbow Beach
with a bunch of story tellers! But who is that
wandering around the fire, and what is that double
light in the background?
Hmmm…someone tell a tale, quick!
(Quick tale - There was an old urban myth from Europe
that told of a young man who had to walk home through
the cemetery at night in the olden days. This would
unsettle him, so he used to rush and hurry. One night the cloak
he always wore got snagged on some rose bushes, and
in his desperate haste he was too scared to look back,
convinced it was a terrible ghost. But he couldn’t get free
and so convinced he had been caught,
he died of fright!
Might give that midnight tour of the local
cemetery a miss…or maybe just not wear a cloak…)
(copyright Imogen Crest 2008.)


Once I got lost dirt bike riding on a camping trip while riding over some old logging roads
Anyway,I started to panic and with that I got the feeling I wasn’t alone- and that did NOT thrill me to say the least.
Lucky for me I made it back to camp just after sunset.
It was funny because for the rest of the night when me my friends were enjoying our campfire they kept giving me these funny little looks or I’d catch them staring at me- and when I asked why, they’d say ” because you look different.”
They never could explain that.
Hmmm, sounds like a job for the Night Stalker, — those mates weren’t really much help around the campfire…I mean, you can do without those funny looks! S-c-a-r-e-e, Anita Marie, getting lost in the woods is not a good look…especially near dark time.
Didn’t Lori promise to bring some food? Did we run out? Where is she anyway??
Oh, no, I think it was a case of a disappearing chef…where is he Anita Marie?
I just got home from work but now I’m on my way out for a few hours……. don’t have any fun without me!!!!!
Hey, Joanne, you got any good ghost stories? How about one from your book…….
Ooooo, that is a creepy video clip. What ARE those lights in the background? Okay, gotta go, for real. See ya in a bit girls.
Okay Lori, we promise! No idea what those lights are, it’s creepy! Hurry back, LOL.
Oh sure blame the missing body on the horror writer. I know be novel lets blame it on one of our poets.
Now THAT would be funny.
Some Chef running around screaming ” no…Anita …arrghhhh…”
That’s just predictable- not like that happened or anything
REALLY!
What missing body??? (LOL)
Oh wait…let me check… it’s not missing.
I know EXACTLY-
ummm…neverrrminnndddd.
LOL. But why did Lori make that quick getaway?? Where is she really? Going out, a likely story…
Yeah.
She’s Sly.
I like that in a person.
Yep, she has the know how, that instinct, just to say “I am going out for a while, back soon”, keeping that air of intrigue.
Hmmm…I worried now.
What about?
Do you think there is a something rotten in Denmark kind of thing going on??
It’s gotten quiet all of the sudden`
I think it’s just our imagination. Have some potato chips. What about a fish sandwich from the refreshment bar??
No it isn’t.
Lori isn’t around—-is she?
And don’t try to change the subject with fish products. Heyyyyy you two aren’t in cahoots are you?
Er, I don’t know where Lori is…she couldn’t have got on a plane in such a short time…we should know better than to try and trick you, Anita Marie…okay, you got it in one, we are in cahoots, — but I just don’t know exactly what we are in cahoots about…do you have any suggestions? How about a fish sandwich, really and truly??
Ha!
It’ll take more then fish products to skin this cat.
And don’t be getting any ideas there…….
Aw, you can’t blame me for trying! Seriously, though, maybe she took off with the treasure, and isn’t telling us about it? Like in the movies? Where is that gal?
“Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville
Searching for myyyyyy lost shaker of salt…
Some people claim that there’s a woooooooman to blame
and they’re right…….it’s Anita Marie! Bwahahahahahahahahaha ROFL!!!!!!!!!!!!
Weeeeheeeee, I’m back!
Glad I got to you first, Lori! Our cover’s been blown, from us being in cahoots, not that I know what we were in cahoots in…and don’t tell Anyone, okay? We were very worried about you, seriously. Have a fish sandwich, Anita Marie kinda likes ‘em…
Um, what kind of fish…not some from that creepy lake she’s always writing about….. they glow in the dark.
ARGGGGH!
Ladies, gotto hit the hay. It’s been a bit of a long day.
Talk to you later.
;-)!
Shhhh about blaming the poets - you’ll blow our cover!
We can always invent our own version of Cluedo with a poet in it…
Missed it again! And I would have had some scary tales to tell…hitchhiking ghosts, alien abductions, and whatnot.
Hmmm…well, I think the night is still on it’s way Joanne…so start posting and we shall return!
I’ll be passing through all evening, in between Ghost Whisperer, Dr. Who, and Most Haunted (yes, I’m pathetic).
Okay. I have a friend who has a cousin who thinks he was abducted by aliens.
It was early one morning, in New York state, on a dark country road called Kings Highway. It was also the early 1990s, which were a strange enough time as it was, without little green men to complicate things.
The cousin was with a group of friends. They were on their way back home after seeing a band, probably a little buzzed on something…
One moment, they were driving through Warwick, on their way to a town called Sugar Loaf.
The next moment, they were just outside of Sugar Loaf, but driving in the opposite direction on Kings Highway. And they were all crying hysterically, but didn’t know why.
One of them noticed that it was about two hours later than the last moment they remembered, driving along in Warwick.
This supposedly had nothing to do with drugs. Honest! The cousin told my friend all about it one day, and he shared it with me years later. I asked him to ask his cousin if I could interview him, but he said his cousin still had bad dreams about the experience. He’d wake up his wife in the middle of the night, shouting at something in his subconscious. I don’t really know if he remembers details or not, and I guess I won’t ever know. But it does make me a bit careful when I find myself driving on King’s Highway late at night.
Cool! I have a UFO story which I’ll post tonight or tomorrow. No abduction, at least not that I remember, but we did see weird lights in the sky. I’m not kidding.
Hey, btw, Joanne, I got a copy of your book yesterday! My local B&N had a copy. I’ve just thumbed through it so far but this weekend I’ll have some time to curl up with it.
There are a few people in my life that I wish could get sucked up into a UFO.
The only problem is- don’t most of them come back?
I hope you like it, Lori. If not, you can always return it! And definitely post that UFO story!
Yeah, AMM, if I ever get abducted myself one night I’ll have to ask the aliens what’s up with that.
If you do, say hi to Glurp and $#%$@^*$ for me… wait, it’s all coming back to me now……
Well my comment makes 40 and that makes a record. Well done E wenches.