This is my first story, thank you for reading.:)
For as long as I can remember, I've always had a fascination for paranormal. I don't recall any events when I was a child, but had several experiences as a young teen and more growing up. The first experience that I can really pinpoint was at a church camp when I was 14 years old. I wasn't the only one who saw things that weekend, but my experience there was certainly eye opening and even if I didn't believe, the events were indisputable.
The camp was for the Friday and Saturday nights, in April 2001. We arrived at the camp on Friday afternoon, nearing the evening. The first thing on the agenda for the weekend was cleansing the hall, dorms and the group. We were not even allowed to take our bags through to the dorms until this had been done. We were told to close our eyes and under no circumstances were we to open them. One of the church leaders said a prayer, then blew on a horn for quite a while. My curiosity got the best of me and I opened one eye ever so slightly. What I saw has stuck with me to this day.
I saw tiny black shadows, a seemingly unending number, rushing out the open doors, rushing out the open windows, even rushing up the walls to get out the windows right at the top of the hall. It was so captivating, if I wasn't scared I'd get into trouble for having my eyes open I would have watched for longer. I assumed at the time it was the negative energies being expelled.
That day just happened to be Friday the 13th and one of my church friends and I decided to go exploring the grounds after dinner. We had a quick tour during the day, but we had heard that there were horses and we wanted to go have a look at them. We walked in the general direction of where the horses were supposed to be, behind the little field meant to be a small football field. We walked up the little path leading behind the fenced field, when we saw someone walking out of the building next to the field. This wouldn't have been anything strange... If the person had walked out of a door. There was no door, the person had just walked out of the wall. A male, dressed in decent, "Sunday Best" type clothes. Completely white, from head to toe, except for a small red spot near his mouth. Kind of like he was smoking. My friend and I watched as he walked across the wide path. He stopped halfway, looked straight at us, and carried on walking. He disappeared when he got to the fence on the other side of the path.
My friend and I decided to rather go explore near the little lake that was on the property. It was a lovely little lake, with a path that led up to a gazebo on a wooded island. Beautiful. We took a stroll around when we came across something even more disturbing than the white man. Luckily being out in the open it was very dark and no one saw us. We had stumbled upon what appeared to be some kind of séance. People standing in a circle, candles, speaking in a strange language. Being petrified we didn't stay to watch that one, we didn't want to be victims to a Satanic cult, if it was that.
When we got back to the dorms there was chaos there too, one of the other girls was crying that she had seen a green man with worm/snake type hair outside her window. She was genuinely terrified, shaking and too scared to even look in the direction of her window. The counselors had to deal with her, then had to rush to the boys dorm as there was one boy seemingly possessed, ripping up the mattresses in a inhumane fit.
It was a really crazy weekend, I never went on another church camp again.
Thank you for letting me share, and I'll definitely be posting more of my experiences.