This woods is gorgeous, but it has a peculiar swamp.
Those who’ve found it became wealthy from unethical dealings. Envious of their wealth others found it. They became wealthy, too, but at similar costs. If the swamp knew you might pay, it would appear to you.
Decades later their bodies putrefied. Neighbors heard the screams. They prayed for a miracle that the curse of putrefaction be removed.
A traveling preacher advised them, “Accept Jesus, repent and turn from your immorality.” They hissed back, “We’ll repent to any stupid God you like, but that money, our money, belongs to us.”
Linked to Carrot Ranch’s October 22 Flash Fiction Challenge where Charli Mills offers the challenge of a spooky tale told around a campfire.

Oh, this is good. So good. Frank, you nailed it!
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Thank you, Mary!
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Really good. I’ve heard of settings like that. You never know when you may end up in one
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They are worth avoiding. Thank you, Larry!
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Gorgeous pictures! That is one good campfire story.
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Thank you, Pragalbha!
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I’m with Mary Hood, Frank–excellent!
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Thank you!
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Most welcome.
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It’s not what lurks in the swamps but in hearts. Well done!
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Thank you, Charli!
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Spooky with a moral!
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Thank you!
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Thank you!
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