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July 2002 – Page 8

Phantom Campers
by Nightraven

Back in 1985, a friend of mine and two other friends were to meet at a relative's cabin in the Upper Peninsula Of Michigan. It was a ritual, and this year was no different than the last five. My friend Todd and I arrived at 5:00 p.m. as planned and opened up the cabin to cool off. It was July, hot by standards of the Michigan Upper Peninsula. Todd and I split a sixpack and watched the river go by off the outside deck. 

At about 9:30 p.m., it was getting dark, and we were beginning to worry about Randy and Tommy. Only a few moments later, we saw car lights at the front of the cabin. We were in the middle of nowhere, so it had to be them. We heard the car doors open, heard Randy and Tommy as plain as day. I yelled. "We're on the deck." The car doors closed, we heard footsteps rounding the corner... and at the point that someone would have rounded the corner... it was silent. I looked at Todd. He was looking at me. It was quiet. I yelled, "Hey, Randy. Hey, Tommy."

We got up and walked around front, and... nothing. No car, no people, no sound. It took us a half an hour to walk into the cabin, not even the air felt right. Then we waited, didn't talk, just waited. Ninety minutes later, the phone rang. It was Todd's mother calling to inform us that at 9:30 that evening, a fatal traffic accident involving Randy and Tommy took place 30 miles from the cabin. It's almost as if they just wanted to keep our tradition alive.

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