So I've seen a post go up about ghosts and the supernatural, and it reminded me of just how much I love a good ghost story. Think you've got a good one and have a spare few minutes to write it up, come share the love.. I mean horror.
To kick it off; back in my high school days there was this camp site that my school owned out near Breakfast creek. Any way, as you hike out from the site towards a place known as the Chromite Mines you pass a placed called the Krinilin, the Krinilin is a sheer mountain, almost 30 degree slopes up to it either side. When hiking up and down it the teachers can't stress enough how important it is to be careful, and always stay as a group so that if anything happens to anyone you are all easily able to help each other. These climbs up to and down from the Krinilin have been the cause from more then one injury, but become a coming of age test for the boys who go up to this camp. You just HAVE to go up and down the krinilin at least once in your time at Breakfast Creek.
Anyway, during the year the senior boys of the camp often go up and do track maintenance with the teachers, making sure its easy for the first years to get around from one place to another. Generally the boys will go out in groups of two or three, and each group takes a radio with them so that if anything should go wrong they can contact the main camp and get an emergency evac organized. But it so happened that one year there was a particularly strong hiker, he had been up and down every track near Breakfast Creek countless times, and all the teachers picked him to be the next outdoor education leader at my school, he was just that good at it, and that into it.
So during winter he was up there doing some track maintenance with a few teachers, he had been off checking out the state of the Chromite Mines (they flood out during winter making them a potentially lethal death trap.) And was on his way home when it got dark quicker then he had anticipated. He was on his way up the Krinilin and he decided to make base camp at the top of it. The actual plateau of the Krinilin is about 15' by 15' in diameter, not very big. But he pitched his one man tent, made himself some diner, then retired for the night.
He had been sleeping soundly when a noise from outside his tent made slowly woke him, it sounded like a scratching. He didn't put much thought to it, assuming it was just the wind wiping across the tent. He had just resumed sleeping when the noise woke him up again, and in his semi awake state all he deciphered was the sound of the outside fly of his tent undoing and a voice asking him "hey mate, have you got any matches?" What harm could come from such an innocent question. "Sure I do." he replied, still half asleep. "I keep them in the front pocket of my rucksack, help yourself."
"Thanks a heap mate, I've gotta try and find my head." And with that the tent zipped back up leaving the guy to fall back asleep, which he did for about thirty seconds until reality kicked in. Jumping up out of his sleeping bag he went straight out of his tent and looked for the matches in his rucksack, but they were gone. The guy bolted down the side of the krinilin in record time, running the entire way down in the dark. He stumbled into base camp early in the morning, white as a sheet and muttering nonsensically to himself. He had left his entire campsite as it was back at the top of the Krinilin. So the teachers went up with him to try and work out what had happened. But of course to no avail, the site was just as he had left it. They insisted that maybe he had put the matches in a different pocket, but he literally ripped his rucksack open searching for them; but the matches were never found, no where in his pack, no where in the tent, no where near the clearing. The teaches decided that the shock of camping out by himself had just unnerved him, so they passed a regulation that never let students go out by themselves.
In Autumn, the first group of campers for the new season had just gone out, and where cresting the Krinilin, the first group to do it since the guy freaked out. They reached the plateau when one of them saw something laying on the ground. It was a box of matches with a note attached to it that just said "Thank you."
To kick it off; back in my high school days there was this camp site that my school owned out near Breakfast creek. Any way, as you hike out from the site towards a place known as the Chromite Mines you pass a placed called the Krinilin, the Krinilin is a sheer mountain, almost 30 degree slopes up to it either side. When hiking up and down it the teachers can't stress enough how important it is to be careful, and always stay as a group so that if anything happens to anyone you are all easily able to help each other. These climbs up to and down from the Krinilin have been the cause from more then one injury, but become a coming of age test for the boys who go up to this camp. You just HAVE to go up and down the krinilin at least once in your time at Breakfast Creek.
Anyway, during the year the senior boys of the camp often go up and do track maintenance with the teachers, making sure its easy for the first years to get around from one place to another. Generally the boys will go out in groups of two or three, and each group takes a radio with them so that if anything should go wrong they can contact the main camp and get an emergency evac organized. But it so happened that one year there was a particularly strong hiker, he had been up and down every track near Breakfast Creek countless times, and all the teachers picked him to be the next outdoor education leader at my school, he was just that good at it, and that into it.
So during winter he was up there doing some track maintenance with a few teachers, he had been off checking out the state of the Chromite Mines (they flood out during winter making them a potentially lethal death trap.) And was on his way home when it got dark quicker then he had anticipated. He was on his way up the Krinilin and he decided to make base camp at the top of it. The actual plateau of the Krinilin is about 15' by 15' in diameter, not very big. But he pitched his one man tent, made himself some diner, then retired for the night.
He had been sleeping soundly when a noise from outside his tent made slowly woke him, it sounded like a scratching. He didn't put much thought to it, assuming it was just the wind wiping across the tent. He had just resumed sleeping when the noise woke him up again, and in his semi awake state all he deciphered was the sound of the outside fly of his tent undoing and a voice asking him "hey mate, have you got any matches?" What harm could come from such an innocent question. "Sure I do." he replied, still half asleep. "I keep them in the front pocket of my rucksack, help yourself."
"Thanks a heap mate, I've gotta try and find my head." And with that the tent zipped back up leaving the guy to fall back asleep, which he did for about thirty seconds until reality kicked in. Jumping up out of his sleeping bag he went straight out of his tent and looked for the matches in his rucksack, but they were gone. The guy bolted down the side of the krinilin in record time, running the entire way down in the dark. He stumbled into base camp early in the morning, white as a sheet and muttering nonsensically to himself. He had left his entire campsite as it was back at the top of the Krinilin. So the teachers went up with him to try and work out what had happened. But of course to no avail, the site was just as he had left it. They insisted that maybe he had put the matches in a different pocket, but he literally ripped his rucksack open searching for them; but the matches were never found, no where in his pack, no where in the tent, no where near the clearing. The teaches decided that the shock of camping out by himself had just unnerved him, so they passed a regulation that never let students go out by themselves.
In Autumn, the first group of campers for the new season had just gone out, and where cresting the Krinilin, the first group to do it since the guy freaked out. They reached the plateau when one of them saw something laying on the ground. It was a box of matches with a note attached to it that just said "Thank you."