I hope my cousin made up this campfire story
We were all sitting around a dying campfire in the dark; I think we'd set up somewhere near Jervis Bay. We were on our way to visit our grandparents in Sydney. Our parents had gone to "bed", though in retrospect it's incredibly obvious they were all sharing a joint in one of the tents, and my oldest cousin Jack, who at fifteen called all the shots had decided we all had to tell the scariest story we possibly could, or he got the rest of the bag of marshmallows.
