This story takes place some time near the end of July or
the begining of August, 2002. It happened at a place that
I had been to three times before, every summer since my
freshmen year. It was at Camp Ramblewood, where the Perry
Hall High School marching band goes for away camp.
It was our second day there, and my friends and I were
bored. The previous year Jamie, Jamel and I had come across
a path that took us around the lake, and to the other side.
We didn't get a good opportunity to explore it though.
During one of our mid-day breaks, the three of us decided
it was our senior year, as well as our last year there, so
we might as well see if there was anything interesting on the
other side of the lake.
We headed down to the lake to find a bunch of
underclassmen messing around with canoes and such. Ignoring
them we found our path and made our way around to the other
side of the lake. We thought there was no one else on our
side until a group of girls, probably some other
underclassmen, emerged from a path that was leading into
the woods.
We asked them if there was anything interesting
up there. They all shook their heads 'no' and gave the path
a dismissive wave as they walked away. I was curious, as
were Jamie and Jamel, so we went up the path anyways.
It went a short way back into the woods and lead to some sort
of old playground. There was a swing, and a net that you
climbed up to get to a platform. There were also a bunch of
hanging tires and other things to mess around on. We played
around and took pictures of each other. We had all climbed
up the net to the platform at one point and taken a picture
from there. Jamel and I decided to climb down, leaving
Jamie up top. (She was having a hard time getting down
because she didn't want to step in any spider webs). While
we were back down on the ground we began to hear things.
First I heard it, foot steps out in the woods. Two at a
time, and then a break and then two more. Jamel heard it next.
We called for Jamie to hurry up and get down. She got down
and came over with us. For a few moments we stood in
silence, then we heard it again. Two footsteps moving out
in the woods. I was turning around trying to see where it
was coming from because it sounded so close, but there was
nothing, no squirrels, no birds, no other people, nothing.
We quickly left the playground and were back out in
the clearing that surrounded the lake. I had had enough for
the day, but Jamie and Jamel were feeling adventurous.
There wasn't anyone down at the lake anymore, so I figured
people were heading off to lunch. I told them that maybe we
should head to lunch as well (I was feeling very panicky),
but Jamie and Jamel wanted to continue. We found another
small pathway that lead back into the woods, and away from
the camp. We started up the path. I really was not getting
good vibes from this path. The farther we went, the worse
I felt.
We kept going until we saw a pile of black garbage
bags piled on the side of the path. We laughed nervously
and skirted around them and kept going forward. We reached
a small clearing. This had to be the strangest thing I have
ever seen in my life. To the right of the clearing were
three or four large, domed, cages. That is the only way I
can describe them. We stood for a moment staring at them,
we even took pictures. I was feeling nervous still and
began to urge Jamie and Jamel to head back towards camp.
They nodded and we turned to head back down the path. As we
left the clearing we passed under a tree that had caught my
attention earlier. I had felt the most frightened while
walking under it before, this time I had the urge to look
up into it as we passed under it. I wish I hadn't. I saw a
man. He was only there for a split second, but I can
remember almost every detail. He wore a red T-shirt and dark
blue jeans. He has a buzz cut and was looking at us with a
frightening smirk. I grabbed Jamel's arm very quickly and
very hard and said "there's something up there."
His response was, "You guys, I think we should get out of
here."
We ran like three bats out of hell. We reached the end of
the path, very out of breath. Once again I was ready to go
right back to our cabins, but Jamie and Jamel noticed a
fork from the path that we were just on. I was still
shaking and really didn't want to go, but they did. I went
in front of them, not wanting to be in the back, and headed
up the path. This path was very long. It took us away from
the camp and out towards...well, we really didn't have a
clue where it was leading us. I still was getting terrible
chills and negative vibes.
After a while of going deeper
and deeper into the woods we began to hear laughter. Jamie
assumed we were hearing people back at the camp, but this
just didn't fit. We were very far from where anyone would
be. And the laughter was young, not the laughter of
teenagers, but the laughter of young children.
FINALLY, Jamie and Jamel decided we should head back for
lunch. I was SO happy to get out of the woods.
I didn't tell them what I had seen in the tree until
later. And much later, like months later, I discussed with
Jamie the laughter we had heard. We both decided there is
definitely something out on the other side of the lake at
camp Ramblewood.
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