Ghost Stories

Camp Demon

When I was ineighth grade, I was spending the night at a Girl Scout camp (Ithink it was in the end of March, beginning of April). I wasthere with a bunch of other girls from the surrounding areas andwe were all being train- ed to be Junior camp Counselors for thefollowing summer. A little back- ground on the building we werestaying in. It was brand new... built the fall before we werethere and nothing bad happened during the construction of it.Okay...

We had some free time before we were supposed to be in bed so weall roamed the camp in the dark with a thunderstorm brewing up...it was kind of scarey and very very dark. Lots of trees andclouded over so there was no moon- light. When we came backinside, we decided to play "Light as a Feather, Heavy as aBoard". I had always been interested in the supernatural (beingintune with it and all, the brief experiences that I had had withspirits were nothing to be frightened about, unlike what hashappened to me since).

I volunteered to be the person playing dead. After a couple ofminutes of hushing up the giggling and getting the girls thatwere being obnoxious out of the room, we started. We turned outall the lights and had on a couple of flashlights, put underpillowcases to muffle the light a bit. Everyone started chantingthe "Light as a feather, stiff as a board" and after afew tries they lifted me up with their little fingers. Everyonewas excited af- terwards and wanted to try it, but it wouldn'twork with anyone else for some reason.

Okay, this wasn't so bad. After we were done playing, we allstayed awake for a while scaring each other with spook tales andJokes. Finally one by one, we fell asleep. All that is for me,and a friend of mine that had her sleeping bag next to mine andthat witnessed everything that was to happen to me that night...

By this time, the thunderstorm was raging on full force. Lots ofheavy rain, noisy thunder and bright flashes of lightening and mysleeping bag was sit- uated right underneath the window. As I laythere trying to get to sleep, I heard a voice calling to me. Itsounded like my Grandfather that had died a couple of yearsearlier and to whom I was very close. I listened to him and as hegot clearer, I pictured a image of him in my mind. It wascomforthing in a way.

Then it started to scare me. It was saying that it was beaautifulwhere it was and that it wanted me to join him there. That Iwould love it with him and I would never have to worry aaboutanything ever again. It kept calling "Sarah, come... stepinto the gardens" and I kept saying "no. I don't wantto be in the gardens with you" and it replied "butSarah, I love you, I want you to be with me. I am so lonelywithout anyone else here to love me" This made me suspicioussince my grandmother had died about 8 years before he did andthey had been very much in love. I asked it where Grandma was andit told me that she wasn't there. It got more persistant,promising me great things and great happiness. I kept saying no Ididn't want to go on to the place where it was.

By this time, I could tell that it was getting mad and itdemanded me to come with it. Finally I felt myself shouthing"NO! I DON'T WANT TO GO! I WASN'T MEANT TO BE WITH YOU YETAND I WILL SEE YOU IN THE GARDEN WHEN MY TIME IS UP! I WANT TO BEWITH MY LIVING FAMILY AND FRIENDS!!" With this, all of asudden there was a gigantic crack of thunder and a huge flash oflightening as the rain lightened up to a little over a sprinkle.I woke up to find my friend staring at me. She looked at me and Iasked what was wrong (I had thought at the time that it was a baddream).

She looked at me quizically and told me that I had been mutteringto some- thing and that I had been glowing with a light greenlight and that when she tried to reach out and touch me, she hadrecieved a small electrical shock.

Now that I have grown older and had some time to reflect on allthat has happened to me. I firmly believe that whatever that wasthat night *was not* my grandfather, but rather somthing that hadsensed my potential and had wanted to get rid of a future enemy.I have faced this demon a couple of times since that firstencounter and every time it has tried trickery to convince me tocome with him. I am certain that if I ever did, I would die. Idon't know, but that is what I believe.

Note: I am a firm believer that there is a God. Be it a greaterdiety than we are or more then one, but I believe that there issomething out there that is looking over us and trying hard tokeep us all safe. Some people call it intuition, some call it aguardian angel and some call it God, but I believe that somethingis out there. Although I am not quite so certain ex- actly whatit is or who it is, it is keeping me safe and as long as I listento what it has to offer me, I will be kept safe.

Another note on the person that asked about loved ones comingback to let people know that they are safe:

My grandfather that I had mentioned above used to come into myroom (after he died) and give me a goodnight kiss. I would feelthis as a cool, soft breeze across my cheek and a warm feelinginside. This happened for a long time, sometimes in the middle ofwinter and others in the middle of summer. But it always seemedto be when I needed it. When I was feeling down or discouraged,it was his way to let me know that he loved me. It helped me alot after he died.