The Spirit is Strongest When It's Dying

From: Kim MacDonald (nature_buff@yahoo.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Lion's Den Campground
Source: Form Submission

Between the summer of my Junior and Senior year in High School, I worked as a councelor for a short time (the "participants" were either mentally or physically disabled or both so I found the job unbearably depressing). Anyway, while I was trying to fall asleep during my two hour break, I heard someone sneeze. I wasn't aware that anyone was in the cabin with me so I jumped down and looked around. When I found no one on my side of the cabin (they were seperated by the bathrooms) I went over to the other side to peek in. There wasn't anyone there either. Then when I really thought about it, I remembered that before I heard the sneeze, I heard some sort of noise like the ceiling tiles being brushed and the sneeze sounded like it was right above me. I wasn't scared because I have always believed in ghosts, spirits, energy patterns or whatever else you want to call them, and know that they hardly ever harm anyone.

That night I told my friend Von what happened and she told me that the nurse was telling stories about the camp and mentioned that a "participant" died of pneumonia in my cabin. He also mentioned that at night you could hear the sound of someone walking on the linoleum floor in sneakers by his room at night and one of the other councelors who had to stay there due to dehydration confirmed the phenomenon. She said you can hear the squeaking sound sneakers make on any type of waxed floor.

I hope, if nothing else, you were entertained by my story.