Summer camp days are full of riding, hiking, and fishing. Laughing with friends, swimming in the lake, walking in the woods. They're full of sunshine, fresh air, butterflies, and bird calls.

But summer camp nights are an experience all their own. The ever-present cascade of crickets and frogs on the thick night air. Fireflies sprinkled through the underbrush sparkle like bioluminescent glitter clinging to the cloying aroma of honeysuckle on the moist air.

And late in the night, after all the scardy-cats have gone to bed, we gather. Drenched in the smell of wood-smoke and half-hidden in the long-legged, dancing shadows of the low campfire flames, we tell our tales of the spooky, the cryptic, the haunted and possessed.

— Haly, the Moonlight Bard