“So what are we for? I broke the silence of the atmosphere. The circle of people stared at me as I was the first speak.

“We’re supposed to tell stories of our experiences, or just some horror stories” the host of this camp said, “but it seems like no one here can think of horror stories or had cool experiences”

“I’ll tell my experience of hiking on Mt. Ebott…if anybody want to hear it” a nerd uttered. But no one is interested in hiking except that nerd.

One of my classmates stood up, “let me say my stories first then” he announced, everyone clapped for him.

“About ten years ago, I had a girlfriend, she betrayed me and scammed my money” he said as the circle of people glance at him to say more.

“And, that’s it” he quickly ended up his story, “wait, that’s it? I thought there’d be more” I said.

“I guess I’ll tell a horror story for you guys then” I announced too, as it has been a long time since the silence continued after he told his story.

“In the tomb of King Charles, there was said to be haunted, an adventurer tries to explore the tomb” I said with a proper tone for story telling, “but when he reached the end, he got possessed by the remnants of King Charles’s soul”.

“The King dated the explorer’s girlfriend and married her as the explorer’s soul watched in terror” I concluded the story, “uhh, that sure sounds scary…sort of” the well known class clown said.

“Does anybody have more to say?” The host said, nobody replied him, “darn I thought it would be much more interesting than this farce”.

“Well, our club is nicknamed the boring club for a reason after all” I said as I pack up my items and left the camp, “alright everyone, let’s just go.”