Fear

As I have stated in some of my previous blogs,  during the summer I work as a camp counselor at the Grandview YMCA. Every summer the camp has a lock-in. This is where the kids get to stay all night at the camp. It starts at 7 and ends the next morning around 7. The kids look forward to this night more than anything else. We have pizza, play games, and go for a night swim. For the really brave kids, we take a midnight hike through the woods. Now at camp grandview, there is an old pool with locker rooms that is no longer used. It hasn't been used in decades and looks pretty creepy. The reason it is no longer used is because the foundation started to crack, but the kids don't know that. As counselors we made up this scary story of how a camper went crazy and killed 5 campers at that pool a long time ago. So when we told the kids that we were going to go explore the haunted pool, only a few went. Me and two other counselors took the brave kids down there and from the beginning, the plan was to scare them. At first the kids were fine, the started to believe nothing was going to happen, until we went into the locker rooms. Now these lockers even creep me out, especially during the night because it's pitch black. We walked through and the kids were scared, but nothing happened so they eventually lightened up, but I had a plan. I was the last person in the group making shore no kid got lost. So as we excited the locker rooms, I screamed and jumped into an old shower. The kids freaked out yelling, "Mr. Colby!!!" I continued to scream and started yelling, "Run! Its coming!" So the other two counselors played along and told the campers to run back and don't stop. As they all left, I took my knife and ripped my shirt to make it look like giant claws going down it. As I ran back to were the kids were, I laid down and knocked on the door. The kids ran to me freaking out. They asked me what happened and all I said was, " All I remember is a big figure attacking me, then I blacked out." From that night on, I Still don't go a day without a camper asking me what happened that night.