This story is based somewhat on truth. Most good stories in my opinion are either based loosely on real experiences or on historical backings.













This story is from the summer of 2005 and occurred at a remote summer camp for children in northern Canada. The cabin that I was in had 5 boys including me. I was a shy kid so I didn't talk as much as the boy stationed on the bunk above me. The other three were more outspoken and wild. The premise of this story starts on the second night when one of the wild three brought out a ouija board and said let's give it a go. My bunk mate and I declined to take part in the game. The others started to place their hands on the board to try and conjure up a spirit. I watched them play the game from my bed while my bunk mate read a comic book. It didn't seem to be going anywhere until the board asked "let me in". The boys said yes but then the board asked for the approval of everyone in the cabin. I was asked by the boys to say yes and so was my bunk mate. I at this point said no as I wasn't playing and my bunk mate to my surprise said yes. I was the party pooper but wouldn't allow myself to say yes. The board again asked for the approval of all cabin members. I again said no at this point the other boys were calling me a buzz kill. I decided to leave the cabin and go to the mess hall where I could relax and the boards wish would be granted as all present members in the cabin would approve. I left the cabin in good time but slightly bothered by not being able to hangout in my cabin.





The rest of the night was eventless as I relaxed in the mess hall and fell asleep watching reruns of old 90's shows while a counselor played table tennis with another camper. In the morning I woke up and went to my cabin to get my items for a shower and refresh. I was outside my cabin window when I noticed that the door to the cabin was slightly open. I assumed that a counselor or one of the boys had forgot to close the door. As I opened the door the cabin seemed familiar but had a coldness to it. Everyone was sleeping and I got my things and left to go to the showers. The rest of the morning I never talked to my cabin mates. I was put in an activity group that had no members from my cabin. In the afternoon I finally caught up with my bunk mate. He said that last night after I left the spirit "entered the cabin" and answered many questions about itself. The questions ranged from names to how he had died. I didn’t really believe my bunk mate as I truly thought it was a sick joke that the other boys were playing on us. I left so I don’t know if what he said was true or not.





The rest of the day was normal: learn about the great outdoors, build popsicle cabins and eat food that tasted like cardboard. When supper was finished we all went back to our respective cabins too sleep. I arrived at the cabin to a disaster all the bunks in our cabin were trashed except mine. The boys looked at me and said almost in sequence real funny! I didn’t know what they were talking about. I didn’t do this I stated and went to my bunk. The rest of the night was quiets everyone else cleaned up their bunk and ignored me. I felt like they would’ve kicked me out if the camp wasn’t monitored by counselors. At 10:30 we had a night snack to which I was met with the head counselor and two other counselors. They weren’t happy and said that I was on slim ground and would have to apologize to my bunk mates for destroying their stuff. Apparently they had met with the counselors and stated that I had done it because I didn’t want to be their bunk mate. I told the head counselor that wasn’t true and he asked me why I slept at the mess the previous night. I told him why and the head counselor told me I should’ve played along with the game. I was shocked at his response I wanted to go now and leave the camp completely. The other counselors looked shocked too at the head counselors response. The head counselor then left the room and slammed the door. I was left with the two other counselors who looked like they were completely scared. They were saying to me don’t worry and we’re all going to leave once we get a hold of the bus driver.





We stayed in the room for about five minutes trying to regroup when we heard screams of terror. The counselors and I left the room. It smelled like smoke and we could see panic everywhere. I looked towards my cabin and seen flames shooting out the door. At this point the counselor told everyone to meet at the muster point and hurry. I watched the cabin burn and was pulled back by the counselor who at this point was probably worried I would run to try and save my stuff. At the muster point we all called off our names and cabins. Everyone from my cabin except me was missing as well as the head counselor. The counselors watched us while the camp cook called 911. We waited for the response teams to arrive at the muster point, much to their efforts the counselors couldn’t put out the fire. Once they arrived they went to the cabin and put out what remained of the fire.





The cabin was badly burned and everything was chard except for my stuff that was actually intact and look out of the ordinary. The bunk above my stuff was burned completely and the response team had a theory that the flames jumped my stuff and the bunk above mine sheltered my stuff. No bodies were found and the head counselor was missing. Weeks after the accident an Amber alert was put out for the four missing boys. The head counselor was actually a replacement that signed up last minute. The camp didn’t background check him and couldn’t contact anyone about him it was just like he didn’t exist. Fast forward to the present day about fifteen years later and none of the boys have been found. The only article ever found has the ouija board which was found in the middle of a wood structure about thirty kilometers north of the camp.



