The Mysterious Camp

Daniel had been at the summer camp for three days when he heard abouth the legend, the ghost.

It was his best friend, Chris that first told him after Daniel had spotted the name of Fats Morgan on a plaque in the dining room of the camp.

‘Fats Morgan had been on the camp in the summer of 1931’ said Chris and was a very friendly kid but could never resist any dare or challenge.

On one dark and fateful night some friends in his cabin had bet him that he couldn’t swim the docks underwater, a distance of 50m. As ever Fats couldn’t resist the temptation and so later that night, towards the early hours, Fats and his friends slipped out of the cabin and crept down to the docks. The docks were eerily quiet except for the water lapping against the edges of the rotting wooden pier. Fats, brave as ever, wasted no time in jumping into the dark water, and after a few practice breaths disappeared under the surface. Above, his friends silently followed his progress down the docks. Finally after what seemed an eternity, his cabin mates finally saw some bubbles indicating that Fats was coming up.

At the moment fate descended upon Fats Morgans life, and as he surfaced a nail jutting out of the side of the dock, ripped through his skull, killing him instantly.

‘And ever since then,’ Chris concluded, ‘his ghost is said to have wandered the docks.’

‘Wow’ Daniel thought, although he didn’t believe the part about the ghosts, or even really about the bet. ‘I bet I could do that, I bet I could do that easily.’

‘No way,’ Chris replied, ‘I’m not getting caught out of bed.’, but even as he said the words he knew he was wrong.

‘Come on, it’ll be easy, we’ll get a few of us down there.’

As dusk settled and turned to night, and night turned into the twilight hours, Daniel, Chris and several others whispering and tiptoeing found that way back to the docks. Again just as 62 years before Daniel dove into the water, took several depp breaths and began the swim.

His friends followed him down the dock and after the wait of their lifetimes Daniel re-surfaced, alive and well.

Later as they were walking back to the cabin, Chris dropped back to talk to Daniel.

‘Well done Dan, you did it…we didn’t think that you would.’

Daniel surprised by Chris’s words gave a slight frown, ‘No, problem, and no sign of a ghost, Fats Morgan or otherwise.’

Chris looked at his friend strangely and smiled, well not exactly Daniel, take a look around you. As Daniel looked around he noticed that all of the camp seemed to be up including the counselors.

‘You see’ said Chris ‘ although Fats Morgans ghost isn’t here the rest of us have been stuck here as ghosts ever since that fateful night. After I watched my friend die on that night, we came back to camp to find that a terrible fire had taken hold and before we could stop it, it swept through camp killing everyone. We’ve been kept here waiting for someone to break the curse by performing the feet you just did. Every year someone new comes to try but they all end up perishing the same way…and now my friend because of you we’re finally free to go.

With those last words and before Daniels’ eyes, the camp, the kids and his friend Chris all disappeared leaving him alone inn the dark of the forest night.

The End.