The Ghost Of Camp Kinawasa (standard:Ghost stories, 1301 words)
Author: osofoaddo	Added: Oct 30 2002	Views/Reads: 3662/3	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A true ghost story from a Boys'Scout camp that is still been told today.

This is a true story. The only thing that has changed is that
urbanization has encroached upon Camp Kiniwasa and now the lake is gone 
and the green lush forests are being replaced by asphalt and bricks. 
You are free to check on the details whether you believe it or not. It 
all happened one day near Lake Kiniwasa . This is also a funny story. I 
really do not know how it started, I guess it is one of those stories 
that starts as a simple story. Perhaps something did happened. Well, I 
guess something did happened. How can a story like this start anyway? 
Except it happened. And yet no one knows when or how it happened. I 
have heard the story told every summer for several years now and still 
no one seems to know the real facts as to what happened that is until 
my strange encounter I guess I better start from the beginning, and 
where is the beginning. I really do not know. Unlike most I did not 
only hear the story, I really experienced it. I can not remember when I 
first heard this story or who first told me the story on the camp 
ground. Until my strange encounter with the ghost everybody who visited 
Camp Kiniwasa heard t the story of the ghost of Camp Kiniwasa as a good 
camp fire story. All I can say is that I have heard it so many times 
for so many years that I assumed the story was nothing but a simple 
camp fire story .. It was one of those hot and lazy summer days. 
Naturally the only place I could cool off was near the lake. In fact I 
spent most of the time fishing at the lake every summer. I would sit 
for hours sometimes trying to catch a fish. Come to think about it I 
never caught any fish at all. I just enjoyed the peace and tranquillity 
at the lake but always hoping to catch the big one. Everybody talked 
about me not being able to talk to the fish in order to catch them. 
Sometimes I really wished I could talk to the fish as I sat there. But 
I did eventually catch a big fish. No one believed me because there was 
nobody around to see it before I threw it back into the lake .. It was 
a big one, but there was not a single camper nor staff around. My luck. 
. That was an interesting experience for me. At first that afternoon 
was no different from all other afternoons that I had experienced at 
the lake. This particular day was to be different. The lake was 
exceptionally quite and even the ducks were not on the lake. There were 
few ripples on the water and it seemed as if nature was at peace with 
itself. It was not particularly hot and so I could not complain and 
once in a while I had a gentle nibble from a fish that let me know that 
the fish were there. I could hear crikets far away but not a single one 
around . That was unusual but I dismissed it . Out of nowhere there was 
a very gentle cool breeze that chilled my spine but I did not pay any 
attention to it. Then I heard a voice. “Hi ,” I thought I heard 
someone., then it went on “Caught anything .” The voice asked before I 
had the opportunity to reply to his first greeting. I thought to myself 
,here comes some human being who is going to disturb my peace. I hated 
to be interrupted because I just wanted to sit there to think and look 
at the beautiful pine trees, the hardwoods, the oaks, and the willows 
bending gently to touch the surface of the lake. I actually had counted 
the pines once a while to see how many of them had been squeezed out by 
the hardwoods. Sometimes I would hear rustling of leaves. I knew that 
when I heard the rustling of leaves that a a lizard or a squirrel was 
nearby. Fishing was like a game to me and I enjoyed it. Now some one 
wanted to disturb my peace with a “Hi,. Caught anything : I simply 
waved my hand without turning around to look at the person who I 
assumed had greeted me. But in a moment something made me to turn 
around , and there he was ,a young boy. His face was all weathered and 
worn with tiny freckles and a big smile. “Hi,” he said again. Assuming 
he was one of the campers perhaps left for some reason I replied “Hi, 
young fellow,” . “Sorry if I startled you,” he replied. I immediately 
said, “That is all right.” I knew that all the campers had left the 
camp because i did see all of them leaving on the bus . “Why did't you 
get on the bus” I asked?” Without answering me he went strait to look 
into my minnow bucket. I asked him not to put his hands in my minnow 
bucket. So he just sat there and watched me without talking . After a 
while he told me to cast my line about fifty feet to my right which I 
did. I felt something tugging at my line. I could tell that it was big 
fish. As I was struggling to bring it in I saw him getting into the 
lake and began to swim to the other side of the lake. I yelled at him 
to return because the distance was too great for a small inexperienced 
swimmer. I turned one more time to try to bring in my catch, but the 
line broke and I lost my big fish. Simultaneously I also lost sight of 
the young boy. Now that was the strange thing , one minute he was here 
in my sight and the next minute he had vanished of all places into the 
lake.. I did not know just what to make of this so I kept it to myself 
and tried to dismiss it from my mind that it really did not happen. I 
did think about it once a while though in my mind.. It was not until 
the staff meeting a few days latter when I related my strange encounter 
at the lake to my colleagues that it became clear what had happened 
.After shareing my strange experience ,I finally learned that my 
description of the young boy coincided with the description of a young 
boy who had drowned in the lake many years earlier at the very spot 
where I had been fishing. Since then several persons, including many 
fishermen, had described encountering a strange and friendly young boy 
who would come out of nowhere and then vanished the same way. Was it 
possible that I had finally met the ghost of Camp Kiniwasa? You be the 
judge. Since then I have heard several of the encounter stories. Some 
say he appears only to good campers and good fishermen. All have one 
thing in common the young boy would always try to swim to the other 
side of the lake. These are all the facts as I now them. I have not 
modified or changed any of the facts. I am sure like me, you have 
questions that are indeed puzzling. Who was that boy? Could there have 
been a Ghost? Our camp Director who had been director for several years 
knew of the drowning as it turned out. The only fact that he could 
share with us was that a boy once tried to swim across the lake on a 
dare and drowned before he could reach the other side. Believe it or 
not! 


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