Lay Back

I remember when I was 14 years old my father and step-mother sent me to sleep-away camp up in Maine. I am from Brooklyn, NY so this outdoor stuff was quite different and fun for me. So here's the layout of the camp. The boys had square cabins about 40ft by 50ft and there were 8 of these cabins for us boys. The girls had the same thing but on the opposite end of the camp.

We were all situated on an island with no electricity and brackish water. For those who don't know what brackish water is, it's fresh water mixed with salt water. So it got rough living there but after a week one could get used to it. We had all our food and water delivered to us on the island. Anyway on with my story.

Nights there on the island were beautiful. Cool, crisp summer air hitting you from all over because the cabins were well ventilated, but there was this calm eeriness about those nights that would scare me. Now, being a 14 year old teenager, I thought I was tough enough for anything until one night I woke up in the wee hours of the morning, it had to be 2 or 3 am. I looked up at my screen window and I saw the outline of a hairy head. I couldn't make out any features but I was petrified and I nearly urinated all over myself because it didn't feel right like really, really evil.

I tried to move but I was pinned down against the cot. It was terrifying! Then in a demonic voice I hear, "Lay back." I started to cry, waking up one of my fellow campers. He came over to me and I told him what happened. He assured me I had a bad dream. I never slept in that cabin again.

Well, people, there you go. I hoped you like my story because I sure didn't.