Samantha (Corrections Officer)

Perfect for sneaking around in the dark, unseen by unsuspecting campers. Over the next half hour, we pieced together a strategy. Fake prints, hidden growls, and a well-timed appearance of a lion silhouette. It might just be the jolt they needed to pack up, or, at the very least, dial down the party volume.

Perfect for sneaking around in the dark, unseen by unsuspecting campers. Over the next half hour, we pieced together a strategy. Fake prints, hidden growls, and a well-timed appearance of a lion silhouette. It might just be the jolt they needed to pack up, or, at the very least, dial down the party volume.

Grabbing the pelt from a dusty storage closet, I noticed the faint musty smell of fur mixed with something almost medicinal. I ran my hand over the stiff mane, shivering at how realistic it still felt. Next, we tested the night vision goggles. Even in the dim station lights, they turned everything into an eerie green that made my pulse spike.

Grabbing the pelt from a dusty storage closet, I noticed the faint musty smell of fur mixed with something almost medicinal. I ran my hand over the stiff mane, shivering at how realistic it still felt. Next, we tested the night vision goggles. Even in the dim station lights, they turned everything into an eerie green that made my pulse spike.

By the time we had our gear ready, the sun had slipped below the horizon. The woods outside transformed into a dark maze. I had this sense that the frat boys, oblivious in their tents, were about to discover that being out here isn't just a carefree getaway. If they refused to respect the campground's unspoken rules, well, we'd give them a night they wouldn't forget.

By the time we had our gear ready, the sun had slipped below the horizon. The woods outside transformed into a dark maze. I had this sense that the frat boys, oblivious in their tents, were about to discover that being out here isn't just a carefree getaway. If they refused to respect the campground's unspoken rules, well, we'd give them a night they wouldn't forget.

Jim killed the overhead lights as we locked up. We checked our plan one last time, and I took a breath, settling my nerves. We were about to sneak into that campsite, loaded with props and a fair share of wild imagination.

Jim killed the overhead lights as we locked up. We checked our plan one last time, and I took a breath, settling my nerves. We were about to sneak into that campsite, loaded with props and a fair share of wild imagination.

in the back of my mind i thought about the actual ghost cats prowling these hills i hoped we wouldn't run into a real one while pulling our prank it's one thing to frighten a few campers it's another to come face to face with the genuine article Still, I felt this rush of adrenaline as we set off into the darkness. Maybe it was the satisfaction of delivering a wake-up call.

in the back of my mind i thought about the actual ghost cats prowling these hills i hoped we wouldn't run into a real one while pulling our prank it's one thing to frighten a few campers it's another to come face to face with the genuine article Still, I felt this rush of adrenaline as we set off into the darkness. Maybe it was the satisfaction of delivering a wake-up call.

Or maybe it was just that strange, hushed energy you feel whenever you realize you're not at the top of the food chain out here. Either way, there was no turning back. We had our plan, and we were committed to seeing it through. The night was only getting darker, and the silent woods seemed to hold their breath, waiting for whatever came next.

Or maybe it was just that strange, hushed energy you feel whenever you realize you're not at the top of the food chain out here. Either way, there was no turning back. We had our plan, and we were committed to seeing it through. The night was only getting darker, and the silent woods seemed to hold their breath, waiting for whatever came next.

I hunched down in the cramped front seat of our jeep, double-checking that the lion pelt was still tucked out of sight. Outside, moonlight drenched the forest in faint silver, and every rustle of wind through the branches made me brace for actual movement. I couldn't help scanning the dark spaces between the trees, searching for any flicker of eyes that might belong to the real thing.

I hunched down in the cramped front seat of our jeep, double-checking that the lion pelt was still tucked out of sight. Outside, moonlight drenched the forest in faint silver, and every rustle of wind through the branches made me brace for actual movement. I couldn't help scanning the dark spaces between the trees, searching for any flicker of eyes that might belong to the real thing.

My co-worker Jim was fidgeting in the passenger seat, adjusting the small PA system we'd use for the recorded roars. "'Ready?' he asked, voice low. "'As I'll ever be,' I replied, half hoping those frat kids were already asleep and half itching to put our plan into action. Either way, we needed to move quickly. The night sky was starless, and visibility would only get worse.

My co-worker Jim was fidgeting in the passenger seat, adjusting the small PA system we'd use for the recorded roars. "'Ready?' he asked, voice low. "'As I'll ever be,' I replied, half hoping those frat kids were already asleep and half itching to put our plan into action. Either way, we needed to move quickly. The night sky was starless, and visibility would only get worse.

I eased the jeep toward their campsite, headlights off to keep our approach silent."

I eased the jeep toward their campsite, headlights off to keep our approach silent."

stopping a good distance away we slipped out and quietly shut the doors the path under our boots was damp from an earlier drizzle which made our footfalls softer but also gave the soil a perfect texture for stamping fake tracks one by one we planted oversized paw prints in the mud making sure to press deeply near the tents every so often we paused to listen

stopping a good distance away we slipped out and quietly shut the doors the path under our boots was damp from an earlier drizzle which made our footfalls softer but also gave the soil a perfect texture for stamping fake tracks one by one we planted oversized paw prints in the mud making sure to press deeply near the tents every so often we paused to listen