I was staying with my friend Summer in a small hunting cabin for the weekend just for the fun of it. Since this is in a state park, she had already lived in the cabin for 4.5 months before getting a house. She had told me that she swore there was a ghost in the cabin. She claims she seen it multiple times and it had touched her at least three times. I was very skeptical person, and still am. But what happened to me later that night was unreal.
I was lying on the bed with my sleeping bag. Of course I was in my bag. I felt something brush up against my feet as Summer and I were talking across the beds. As I had felt it, she looked at my feet without me hinting to her that something was touching my feet.
"Is Guf Guf (the mouse we named) down there?"
"No. There's nothing there."
I jerked up and pulled my feet away. I grabbed a flashlight and looked all around looking for a mouse or some kind of bug that might have been near my feet. But NOTHING was there. We even looked under the mattress. My feet weren't close to a wall. They were near the edge of the bed and if there was a mouse, we would have seen it. But never did. Now Summer says that the ghost likes my feet.
The next night, I had my feet in the sleeping bag again, but Summer (her chicken self) slept with me in the same bed. (No, we're not gay or lesbian) Anyway, that night we stayed up talking. We heard a shuffling on the other side of the cabin. We both stopped talking to listen and we could hear what sounded like a conversation outside of the cabin. We both got up as quietly as we could and looked outside to find no one, except a deer running off.