Ghost Hiker

Well, back when I was alive, I enjoyed hiking, camping, fishing, rock climbing and pretty much anything in the outdoors. I was a carefree, happy-go-lucky young man with a zest for life and the world at my feet. Unfortunately while hiking in the woods one beautiful Fall day, Sasquatch came along, picked me up an threw me into a deep canyon. This caused me to die and turned me into a ghost. A hiker ghost. Now my days are spent floating around the woods moaning and looking scary. I have to wear these same stupid clothes and carry this same backpack - which I might add is pretty heavy - for the rest of eternity. It's weird, when you're a ghost, you actually have a natural urge inside you to scare people. I can't explain it, all I know is that I'm driven to find someone or something to scare. Funny huh? Of course, here in the deep woods, I hardly ever see any people. The only thing for me to scare out here are the animals. So far I've scared a squirrel who was trying to crack open an acorn with a little rock. He ran off real fast when he saw how scary and creepy I looked.