Violent Fruit Presents
Campfire Tales

"The beast lowered its jaws, and black blood dripped from its maw. It slowly turned, raising its giant head once again to sniff the air. We froze, suddenly afraid that the wind might change and it would scent us. Eventually it loped off, and then we were up and giving chase. Somehow, we had to find its lair without being sensed, so we could destroy the beast by the light of day..."

"One by one, we entered the mouth of the cavern, and the shadows seemed to close in around us like the grisly audience of a horror show. We all seemed to clutch each other's hands a little tighter, as if taking strength from the presence of our friends. Yet I knew that one of us was a traitor, and the sense that we were just walking into a trap grew ever stronger..."

"As I turned around, I knew what I would see behind me, yet I couldn't stop myself from looking. I raised my eyes to the top of the roof, and a pitious cry arose from the bottom of my stomach. For there, upon the roof was..."