by Bill Russo
The Campfire Stories
"There's no more haunted place in the United States," said Freddy. "When my Dad was a Counselor here 25 years ago, he saw the Red Eyed Dogs. Walking with two friends near the old iron works just before dawn, over by the dam, they heard an unearthly wailing. They watched four huge canines with flashing fangs attack a large stag that was crying from pain and fear. Dad said the monsters were as tall as ponies and they were ravenously eating the unfortunate stag alive. Their eyes glowed redder than the coals of a hard-wood campfire. The eerie light transformed their bloody mouths into gaping Jack-o-Lantern smiles.
So intense were the creatures, at their ravaging, that they took no notice of my Father and his friends. Dad never again saw the horrific dogs. Mainly due to the fact he and his pals decided to never again walk the swamp in the dead of night!"
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