Living in a deserted summer camp

Every summer camp has a ghost story, and the one at my camp is ridiculous. The story involves a local woodcutter with one leg called Stumpy; this ghostly character chopped his own leg off in a fit of madness and now roams the forests looking for students to behead.

Every ghost story at a summer camp serves a purpose, and the one at my camp is brilliant. The Stumpy story stops students from wandering off into the forest alone, prevents them trying to run away and ensures that they travel in groups around camp.

When I walk through camp at night I rarely think of Stumpy, but I do think of the student who drowned in the lake in the 1950’s. His body was kept in the ice house for preservation and you can still read official school documents regarding his death. Members of staff have supposedly ‘seen’ the ghost of this boy around camp, but it is a story the students will never hear because it serves no purpose, we don’t need them to be afraid to swim.

For the last nine days I have been living in a deserted 200 acre summer camp with only the caretaker for company. It has actually been more fun than I expected, and I have had plenty of time to study. Despite this, my two most impressive thoughts today occurred outside of a university book. I was swimming across the lake this afternoon when I realized the following.

1.       I should not swim across the lake when the nearest person who can help is miles away and not aware of my location or activity.

2.       I should swim back to the beach, get dressed and make a video of the camp before the season begins. It will give you a break from reading my written words and stop me from nearly becoming a ghost story myself.

So here is my video below.

click: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XVlrU9inJ5o

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