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Reader Submission: Terror at Girl Scout Camp

“Last summer, my daughter and I spent the weekend at a local Girl Scout camp. I don’t want to name the camp and damage its reputation, but something seriously spooky happened to us there.

This camp is in the Southeast, in a heavily wooded area near the mountains. It’s a beautiful place, complete with a waterfall, pond, and scenic hiking trails. We’d gone there every year for an annual mother-daughter retreat, and before last summer, we’d never had any problems.

The night of the incident, we made s’mores and sang silly songs around the campfire. Around 9:30, everyone headed to their cabins for bed. Because of a no-show, my daughter and I had our own cabin near the pond. There was no AC, so the cabin was pretty stuffy and uncomfortable. My daughter fell asleep immediately, but I tossed and turned, trying not to think about the heat.

Outside, I could hear frogs trilling by the pond and the occasional gust of wind. Around midnight (I know the time because I had just looked at my phone), the frog sounds abruptly stopped as if someone had flipped a switch. I thought it was odd, but didn’t think anything of it. Then I heard an odd rumbling in the sky.

It sounded like an airplane flying high over ahead, but the sound just went on and on, echoing through the hills. I don’t know why, but the noise made me extremely uneasy. I tried covering my head with a pillow and convincing myself it was thunder, but it didn’t sound like any thunder I’d ever heard.

After about ten minutes, the airplane droning sound stopped as abruptly as the frogs had. At that moment, it was dead silent. I felt like my daughter and I were the only people for thousands of miles. Until someone started pounding on the cabin door.

BAM! BAM! BAM! My heart started racing so fast I thought I might have a heart attack. My daughter woke up screaming and crying. As I rushed up to the top bunk, the pounding started again.

“Who’s there?” I yelled.

There was no answer, so I yelled out the question again. Nothing.

At this point, my daughter was totally freaking out, and I wasn’t far behind. I wanted desperately to turn on the lights, but the switch was right by the door, and if whoever was outside tried to come in, I’d be within easy reach. I couldn’t help but think of the Oklahoma Girl Scout camp murders. Worse, I couldn’t call anyone because there was no signal in the camp.

After what felt like an eternity, I climbed back down from the top bunk, ran over to the switch, and turned on the lights. Once my eyes had adjusted to the glare, I noticed a weird green haze in the cabin. I hoped if I was imagining things, but then my daughter asked why there was smoke in the air.

I wish I could say I summoned the courage to open the door, or even look out the window, but I didn’t. My daughter and I sat up all night with the lights on, confused and terrified. No one pounded on the door again. The haze faded away. And the frogs resumed their trilling.

Eventually, morning came and we left the cabin when we heard other campers walking around outside. I asked one or two of them if they’d heard anything weird in the night, but they all said no. After that, my daughter and I quickly packed up the car and left. I told the counselors we had to leave because she was sick.

I have no idea what to make of any of it. The sounds. The pounding. The haze. All I know, is that my daughter and I are never going back to the camp again.”

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by cnkguy
Reader Submission: Terror at Girl Scout Camp

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