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Mystery
at Camp
by Brad Michaels
This is actually a story that happened to a good friend of mine:
I was a camp counselor
in Minnesota. Every year, at the end of the season, we would clean out the cabins
and secure the grounds for the winter months. There were always paranormal things
going on in this spooky, wooded area, but none that rival this story.
At the end of each season, after we closed everything up, the owners of the
camp would let us counselors come back and stay over night as one last party.
So myself, along with a few of my friends, packed up sleeping bags, a case of
beer and some games to pass the time. One of my friends even brought his video
camera to document the occasion.
Once we arrived, we all piled into Lemon Tree, suposedly one of the ghost "hot spots" of the camp. We weren't going to let that stand in our way, however, of a weekend of fun. Inside the cabin, there were two rooms: the main room, complete with a table and chairs which sat against the front window, and a second room, which we used for storing our gear. Once we had everything put away, we let the party begin. Immediately, my friend broke out his camera to capture the stupid moments of card playing, as well as our slow trickle into drunkedness. Finally, in the wee hours, he stowed his camera away with the rest of the gear, and we all sat down for a rousing game of Monopoly.
The rest of the night was routine; nothing extraordinary. And when it was over, we went our separate ways and on about our business. A few weeks later, I received a call from one of my friends telling me that they were getting together to view the tape of our fun night. We gathered at the house of our camera man, and over some brewskis, watched and laughed at the stupid moments. Finally, the end of the taped came signaled by snow on the screen. My friend reached out to stop tape. Just as he had his finger on the stop button, the tape kicked back on. In the picture was all of us playing Monopoly -- shot from the outside looking through the window! You could hear the muffled sound of our laughter in between a very low, drawn out breathing from behind the camera. This played for about 10 to 15 seconds, and then cut back out. We just sat there for what seemed like hours, paralyzed by fear.
Finally, breaking the silence, one of the guys said, "Alright. Who's the wise guy who snuck out and did this?" However, no one would confess. At that point we rewound the tape, over and over, counting everyone at the table. Sure enough, every person that came on the trip was present around the table. Someone or something else had recorded the images left at the end of that tape. All we could do was sit in quite terror as we watched ourselves on tape and heard the breathing, ever so slowly, in and out.
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