As you hold the flashlight beneath your chin, eerily illuminating your face, you glance around the semi-circle of kids holding onto marshmallows and sticks over the camp fire, and some are intently staring at you with wide eyes, others looking around at their friends for support. Telling ghost stories is one of the oldest pastimes in the world; a way of exorcising our anxieties and deepest fears through a cathartic tale. If you’re looking for another ghost story to tell around a campfire, then here are some suggestions for all different ages and scare levels.

The other day I indulged myself in a Starbucks sandwich. They have one called the Italian Grinder and it’s to die for. Full of meats, cheese and all kinds of peppers. Just what the doctor ordered!

As usual they swiped my card and asked me if I’d like my sandwich heated, to which I answered “Yes”. After heating it, they gently placed it into a sturdy white bag, rolled it up nice and tight, and put a sticker on it to keep it that way. Then they handed me the sandwich with a gracious smile, and said they hoped I had a nice day.