Why I Don't Go to Camp Anymore



I have been attending camp Rock Water for about 4 year now. I just loved camp, being able to see some new faces, get to do fun and exciting activities. My Favorite part was the rivers rope swing. I never wanted to leave that swing once I got on. I was just so excited to go back, mainly because it would be my last year I went. Summer finally came and it was time to head to camp.

When I got to camp after a 4 hour car ride I was so excited. I was just on a big nostalgia trip remembering all of my old favorite places. First things first, my Mom had to take me into the lodge to get signed up. When we got into the lodge there were a lot of people there. We waited in line until it was our turn to sign up. Before we were handed any papers the lady at the table told us that there had recently some weird things going on a few miles down through the woods from us, I kind of just ignored it. My mom helped me lug my Suitcase to the cabin. When we got there I was so happy to see some of my old friends from last year. Kyle one of my long time camp friends was sitting in a corner making his bed. Jacob another one of my really good friends was on the floor taking stuff out of his bag. And who could forget about brad, he was putting stuff in the closet like baseball bats and golf clubs. As for the other two kids I had no idea who they were but they both seemed to like me. Turns out they were brothers Brandon and Nathaniel, and it being their first year they were kind of nervous. We all got settled in, and after our parents have left we sat down and started talking about past adventures in camp.

It wasn’t for another hour that our cabin leader arrived. When he got in he kind of looked at us all with a gloomy face. He turned to us and said “Hey guys I’m your cabin leader for the next two weeks, before we do anything I have to tell you that some things have changed and that we will have to be more cautious due to the weird things that have been happening.” We all a little uneasy but we didn’t let that stop us from having the best summer ever. The day continued on as normal: we introduced ourselves, Played some cards in our cabin, went outside and played basketball, went to the mess hall to eat, and came back to the cabin to sleep. It was kind of odd that there were only 6 cabins full of people, usually there are like 30.

So the next day when we woke up it was raining hard. The sounds of the rain smacking the metal roofs of the cabins echoed off to the distance. The camp leader was nowhere to be found. We kids kind of sat around the middle of the cabin just waiting for our cabin leader to get back. We were starting talking about some ghost stories that happened around the camp. Some of them seemed completely stupid but others were kind of scary. Out side of our cabin there was about 400 acres of woods. In those woods there was some obstacle courses, the chapel, and the river. There was one more thing in the woods that nobody really knew about because it was so far off; it was the original camp Rock Water cabins. There were only a few of the older Cabin Leaders that knew about it and how to get to them. Supposedly back in the early 1900’s when the camp was first established, two kids got in a fight in their cabins. The one kid killed the other in his sleep. He apparently had taken a heavy rock and dropped it on the other boys head. Legend has it that the boy whom was killed presence lurks around the old camp ground and chapel. The Boy could be sometimes seen crying at the back of the chapel. Someone even said they went to the cabins and saw his head peaking out from one of the windows.

At this point everyone in Our Cabin was really scared. I swear Brad was going to have a panic attack. Our camp Leader came rushing through the cabin door. He told us that we needed to pack our things and go to the lodge. We will have to be calling our parents in the morning and have to be taken home. We walked all they way from our cabin to the lodge in the rain completely drenching our stuff. When we got there only four other cabins had been there. As I was sitting next to the fireplace with my cabin mates, we over heard people talking about what was going on. Someone had said that all of cabin six had gone missing after returning from chapel.

Later that night I woke all of my friends. I wanted to go and check out what happened in the woods. My cabin agreed to come with me, thought they were very hesitant, they still agreed to tag along with me. We grabbed a few flashlights and snuck past the cabin leaders that were sleeping near the exit. When we got outside it was still raining. But now it was pitch black outside. This still didn’t stop us from heading over to the woods.

When our group finally got to the mouth of the woods, Brad and Jake just couldn’t do it. They sadly walked back to the lodge through the shortcut in the gardens. All that was left was Kyle, Brandon, Nathaniel, and I. We walked slowly through the thin path towards the chapel and every now and then we would trip over some uprooted trees but we still kept going. We could see the Chapel Ahead of us, but there was something wrong. It was very quite. The rain had stopped; there was no wind, nor any kind of animal in sight. As we walked up to the chapel Brandon (with one of the flashlights) just started screaming. He ran as fast as he could back towards camp and dropped his flashlight. The light was shining towards the chapel and through one of the illuminated windows we saw a face of a child, crying. We all screamed and started to run towards the Camp. Out of fear we lost all sense of direction and had know idea were we were. We came up to the Ravine that lead down to the River. There was a small black figure that blocked our path our only way out was taking the Ravine. Nathaniel, Kyle, and I scaling down the side of the ravine and we noticed another figure, but of our own. I shined my flashlight down a ways and there was Brandon laying dead, Head smashed in, blood every. He must have tripped on an uprooted tree and fallen down the side of the ravine. But we had to just keep running.

We were half way down the ravine; we could feel the sweat falling into our eyes like ocean water. There it was again, a figure of a little boy standing at the end of the ravine waiting for us to “play” with him. I told everyone just to keep running. I looked behind us and Nathaniel had disappeared. Completely gone. Kyle and I say the old stairs coming up on our left that lead back up to the back part of camp. When we got to the stairs and we were almost to the top we could here a kid saying, “We can play with the rocks!” We didn’t stop to look back. We ran all the way to the lodge. When we got there all of the cabin leaders had been awake. Two other cabins had left to go “investigate” what was going on in those woods. They both went missing. Kyle finally spoke up “we need to watch our heads when we GO TO SLEEP.”