Have you heard of Headless Jack?
His head was chopped, he wants it back...
It was dark in the forest. It was usually fairly dark in the place he chose to dwell. He liked it better that way-made things creepier and kept him hidden. He liked hiding. Watching people who didn't know you were there, occasionally making a sound to creep them out. It was fun. One of the few things he still found fun.
The last set of campers had been rather dull. An obedient, sensible lot-not a single one had called his name or even told his legend! This time they seemed more promising. Certainly a few lively ones at least. They'd be fun to tease if nothing else.
Teasing...wasn't it ironic?
Turning suddenly, the Pumpkin Kuhna began to trot through the forest, almost as if he was dancing. There seemed to be a small light in his eyes, one that glittered with malice. As he walked he hummed, a faint tune under his breath.
Turn around and chant his name
Bet your head and play his game
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{I won't post for a while now until you're all in the forest. Feel free to take your time though. The posting order can be whatever order people post now. If someone hasn't posted for 5 days then you can skip them if needed. Apart from that, enjoy!}