The Ghost

It was a sleepless July night. My friends and I wandered around the campsite, playing hackey sack and having harmless fun. We were camping at a fairground that we all showed horses at. I had shown earlier in the day and they had gone on their annual trip to a nearby gravesite. They always said it was haunted and would try to scare me with their stories.

I never believed them. I never believed in the supernatural at all. Soon that all would change.

We came out of the air conditioning. We were two hours past curfew and figured that we should try to sneak back before the park rangers caught us. We didn't make it far. But they were not concerned about us. They asked if we had seen two girls. When we said no, they asked us to help look.

Before we knew it there were about twenty people looking for these girls. Their parents were worried. We searched for about two hours- we looked in all the barns and in the normal teen hangouts. We searched the woods, even the closed down carnival. It was getting damp and late. We decided to head back.

We began to cross a foggy field. We heard a horse in the distance. It was running towards us. Thinking one of the horses had escaped we moved towards it. Soon a man on a horse appeared. One of the rangers asked him what he was doing it was nearly two in the morning. He took off. In the opposite direction. We began to chase him on foot. The two boys that were with us jumped a ditch to follow.

My girl friend and I waited in a field. As we watched our friends fade into the fog, the horse and man came from the opposite direction, and vanished just before they reached us.

The girls ended up being fine. There was a miscommunication about where they were staying. But my friends and I never stayed out that late again, and that was the last year we visited the grave site.