This is one of those things I've never been able to forget. In 2004, when I was 12 years old I went on my Grade 6 school camp. We did these every year, but it was the first I'd ever been to as I have always been afraid of being away from home
We went to a place called Camp Nelu, and it was supposedly an old farm. One of the first things they told us once we got settled was the ghost story of that farm. As the story goes, there used to be a couple who owned and worked the farm. They had a daily routine in which the wife would make breakfast, after which the husband would get on his tractor and work the fields. Everyday she'd bring him lunch in the field and they'd eat together. Apparently one day she took him lunch like any other day, but he wasn't where they would normally meet. She called went to look for him, but only found the tractor with the engine still running. She went into the field and found that he had been cut up into several pieces, with is head in the centre (no grass grows there now). She became severely depressed, refusing to eat or drink and died in bed a short time later.
Needless to say, many of us were spooked, but we shrugged it off. We figured it was just a scary story.
We were all seperated into our cabins, and the one I stayed in has 6 bunkbeds. There was one bed spare, which was my bottom bunk, and all of us loaded our bags onto it to get some floor space.
On the first night, I got scared like I normally did at night, and I persuaded my friend to come with me to the teachers chalet. Two weird things happened that night. The first was a cat and was sitting on the ground in the distance that we spotted when we first came outside. It didn't look normal though, sort of unnatural whitish colour, but we ignored it. We went to the teachers, they calmed me down and we headed back to the cabin.
Then the second weird thing happened. As you walk in the door, my bunk was in the middle of the wall to the left with a window between it and the one in the corner by the door. We came in, and I was about to climb in bed when I noticed something strange. It looked like there was a woman lying on my bottom bunk, asleep. I asked my friend if she saw it, and she said she did. But we convinced ourselves it was just the light coming through the window and nothing was there, got in bed and went to sleep.
The following morning I decided to have a look at the shapes that the stuff on the bottom bunk made to see if it could explain why there would've been the shape of a woman. But it was mostly your typical luggage bags, large and square. There's no way they could've made such a soft curvy shape. I pointed it out to my friend and she agreed. We figured it must have been the woman who had died. We were glad to find out we wouldn't have to sleep in there again!
Just thought I'd share my experience:) I don't expect you to believe it, but after all this time I still have no doubt in my mind that it was that poor wife.
When we were in Primary school we also went on a school camp (in Loerie EC Curious_Girl, if you know it) and our first afternoon there we were told a ghost story about the place- sound effects and all. No one was freaked out, we spent two days there and had loads of fun. It think it's all done innocently and for the sake of fun.
The place wasn't haunted by the way.
I agree with the others, I don't think the cat was paranormal, just out of place. Think your nerves were already on edge. About the lady, can't tell for sure if she was the wife. Are the bungalows situated where their bedroom could've been? Just trying to figure out why that specific spot.