Foxfire Barbecue #EveryScenario

A campsite deep in the mountains.
Mixed in with the barbecue smoke, pale blue flames floated in the forest.

"It's foxfire," someone muttered.

Half-jokingly, someone stuck a skewer into the base of a tree.

"Is that like an offering?"

They had been laughing, but then, in the next instant.
One of the lights drifted closer,
and touched the skewer.

With a hiss, the meat turned to charcoal.
The flame flickered as if it were laughing softly.

"Huh?"

One of the friends looked at their own hand and screamed.
One finger was gone, right from the base.

There was no blood, no pain. It had simply ceased to exist.

The next morning, for some reason, there was a baked sweet potato at the base of the tree where the skewer had been offered.
It was still warm.

And from that night on, everyone started having strange dreams.
Dreams of being glared at by a fox mask.
Dreams where, even though they were supposed to be laughing,
they couldn't stop crying.

"Hey, aren't we cursed?
Why don't we go back? To that place."

And so, the friends from that day visited the campsite again.

"This is the place, the skewer..."

Saying that, they put their hands together in prayer.

A single fox appeared there.

"You came back, thank you.
I'm sorry, I won't play any more tricks."

Saying that, the fox vanished.

After that, they stopped having dreams about the fox and returned to their normal daily lives. It seems their fingers returned to normal as well.