It was a dark, dreary, spooky, scary and all around creepy night. The Rammstein boys decided it would be the perfect time to go on a camping trip and do some male bonding. They set up camp at sundown and Till started a fire by igniting a fart.

"Ah. Zis is ze life." Christoph said as he leaned back onto a bug infested log. Flake opened a pack of marshmallows, cursed at it's American manufactuers label, and roasted a fluffy one on a stick. Richard took off his shoes and played with his toes. Paul reached for his latest issue of Fangora and Olli sat, statue like on his Miss Muffet's Tuffet. (That means his ass)

"Zis is BORING!" Till exclaimed.

"Shut up, Till. You are ruining ze atmosphere!" Christoph said. Paul giggled, "He already ruined it ven he farted! HAHA! Get it?" No one laughed. "Shut up, Olli!" Paul shouted.

"I know." Flake said. "Vy don't ve tell scary stories!"

"Because zey are scary!" Richard shuddered. "I don't vant to be here if you're going to tell scary stories!"

So the boys sent Richard to get more firewood. Olli acompanied him, because they knew when the stories started getting scary, Olli would make some smart ass remark. Such a big mouth.

So Till told a scary story. It was like everything they heard already. Living dead, back from the grave. Want to eat your brains.Yada yada yada. But the way he told it scared the shit out of Christoph. "Someday, it will happen to you." Till stared at Christoph and grinned showing his ugly teeth.

"Bullshit." Paul said.

"Suit yourself." Till said, as he got up to go lay down in his tent. "But it vill happen. Und it vill happen tonight!!"

~*~*~*~

Richard and Olli had become zombies. Yes. I don't care how to explain. Well, they went into a graveyard and a zombie came to life and bit them so now they were zombies. There ya go.

They sluggishly made their way back to camp, groaning and moaning, "Brains".

~*~*~*~

"Paul?" Christoph whispered as he crawled into Paul's tent. "Paul?" He leaned over and shook Paul.

"Vat? VAT? Get off me, you horny fag!!" Paul shouted.

"Shhhh!! No. I heard a noise." Christoph said, shivering.

"Ah. I see." Paul smiled. "You und Till are in zis togezer. Vant me to get scared. Vell it's not happening!!" Paul said.

"I'm serio..." Christoph began before pausing. His eyes grew large. "Vat?" Paul asked, scratched his balls, and looked behind him. A green hand reached in and grabbed Paul by the throat.

"AHHHHHH!!!" Paul screamed. He was pulled outside the tent. Paul looked at who was choking him. It was Olli. "OLLI YOU FUCKER!!!" Paul screamed and kicked him in the nuts. Olli didn't budge. "VOW! Take it like a man, eh??" Paul twisted Olli's nipples, and still had no effect. "Man!"

"Olli! You scared us!" Christoph said sounding a bit relieved. "Did you bring back ze vood? Vere's Richard?"

"BRAINS" Olli muttered.

"Haha! Good joke. We know Richard has no brains!" Paul laughed. He suddenly noticed Olli looked a little different. "Hey. How'd you get green?"

Christoph stood wide eyed as Olli bit into Paul's skull.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" screamed Paul.

"Holy moly mozer of pearl!" Christoph said before he took off dashing away.

Tune in next time to see what happens

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