Me and a four other friends planned a camping trip but before I left my grandpa said, "count the people". I didn't know what he meant but I didn't care I was too focused on getting drunk with my friends. We all got out there and set up, soon night fall came. We were all sitting around the campfire barely able to see each other, but something felt off so I counted the people. One, two, three, four, five? Then I counted myself. I recounted and still five and six counting me. I whisper to my friend "when I say go we are all gonna run away from the fire, pass it on". Soon when I thought it all got around I yelled "go" and we all ran. When we got back I counted only three others and then four counting me.
