Found this creepy little leprechaun in the garbage near the
house here – you’ve gotta love his deformed hand and funky eyes. I am thinking of taking him back to America
and putting him out in the woods near the glamping site. Everyone enjoys a good ghost story around
the campfire, right? I was going to
write up a short story about him.
Nothing too gruesome, but definitely ending it by saying that “he can
still sometimes be seen in these very woods.”
I’ll give the glampers a few clues at the end of the story on how to
find him and set him out as a sort of geocache.
I’ll name him “Chucky”. What do
you think, too much?
