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mkultra · 01-09-2005, 04:16 PM

I used to go to a summer camp that had a ghost of a girl that had died falling down a waterfall on the camp property. The story goes that she wanders the area around it (most of the camp), but is more of a protector type ghost than malicious. The story went that she was 'felt' especially strong in the outdoor chapel in the woods that is at most 50 yards from the falls. The chapel consists of a small alter and pulpit (sp?) in front made out of stone, with rows of wooden benches up to the entrance with a main aisle in the middle. The whole thing is surrounded by a wooden fence. There aren't any lights in chapel itself, but with the light from other parts of the camp close by over a ridge and the stars you can see pretty well at night (its not pitch black, you can easily see the fence and benches when you are in it at night). One night we decided to sit out and see if we would see or 'feel' anything. We waited til after midnight and a group of about 10 of us went down the chapel and sat on one of the rows of benches about halfway down the aisle. Lucky me, I got the one on the end next to the main aisle. We waited about 10 minutes with our flashlights off, and suddenly it started getting cold. It was August in Ohio and already late at night, and this was a definite change. Everyone got that hair on the back of the neck standing up feeling. Then, at the top of the main aisle we heard a sound like someone walking down towards us (the path was gravel, kind of a light crunching sound like someone small walking on it). It came right down the aisle right by us (it got a lot colder for a moment when it was closest) and stopped at the alter. We waited about 10 more minutes and nothing happened so we went back out of the chapel. Once we cleared the woods out into the clearing outside the chapel entrance it was warm again. Nothing too spooky, but definitely a big we're-not-in-kansas-anymore-toto feeling.

01-09-2005, 04:16 PM	#6 (permalink)
mkultra Crazy Location: Wylds of the Western Reserve	I used to go to a summer camp that had a ghost of a girl that had died falling down a waterfall on the camp property. The story goes that she wanders the area around it (most of the camp), but is more of a protector type ghost than malicious. The story went that she was 'felt' especially strong in the outdoor chapel in the woods that is at most 50 yards from the falls. The chapel consists of a small alter and pulpit (sp?) in front made out of stone, with rows of wooden benches up to the entrance with a main aisle in the middle. The whole thing is surrounded by a wooden fence. There aren't any lights in chapel itself, but with the light from other parts of the camp close by over a ridge and the stars you can see pretty well at night (its not pitch black, you can easily see the fence and benches when you are in it at night). One night we decided to sit out and see if we would see or 'feel' anything. We waited til after midnight and a group of about 10 of us went down the chapel and sat on one of the rows of benches about halfway down the aisle. Lucky me, I got the one on the end next to the main aisle. We waited about 10 minutes with our flashlights off, and suddenly it started getting cold. It was August in Ohio and already late at night, and this was a definite change. Everyone got that hair on the back of the neck standing up feeling. Then, at the top of the main aisle we heard a sound like someone walking down towards us (the path was gravel, kind of a light crunching sound like someone small walking on it). It came right down the aisle right by us (it got a lot colder for a moment when it was closest) and stopped at the alter. We waited about 10 more minutes and nothing happened so we went back out of the chapel. Once we cleared the woods out into the clearing outside the chapel entrance it was warm again. Nothing too spooky, but definitely a big we're-not-in-kansas-anymore-toto feeling. __________________ In the words of Jello: "Punk ain't no religious cult,punk means thinking for yourself. You ain't hardcore cause you spike your hair, when a jock still lives inside your head."