This happened last year during my first year of high school. I'm in a program called AVID where they help out with college, classes, and team-building. We worked with a team-building group called JCYS. As cheesy as this sounds it was really fun. While working with JCYS, we had an overnight trip to when of their camps. Around midnight, we went down the the lake for a campfire. One of the camp instructors who runs her own storytelling and publishing business tells us a story of the camp. Here's how it goes: Currently, there is a large field separating the camp and some houses. Where the houses are now, back in the 1920s they were a tuberculosis camp. The owners of the TB camp lived on what is now the JCYS camp. Their son, Bobby, loved nature and would always walk in the woods and play games like looking for letters and shapes in the branches. At age 8, Bobby got sick and died of TB. Decades later, the TB camp closed and the owners moved out. When JCYS bought the land, they always told this story at the end of the campfire because of you do not walk back to the main building queerly and enjoy nature, Bobby will visit you. You'll hear knocking on your window and will see the figure of a boy luring you outside. As we are walking back, everyone is dead quiet. One of the gym teachers who was chaperoning went ahead of us and hid in some bushes. When we walked by, we had his hood up and started chasing us. Some people ran the whole half mile back to the main building. We get back to the main building and are hanging out in the Rec. room and stuff. We go back to our rooms around 1 am. And then it starts. In one of the other guys' room, one of them is messing around and scratching on the bed frame. They get paranoid and keep freaking out. Then there was actually knocking on the window. My friend, let's call him M, gets up, opens the curtain, and is met face-to-face with a floating Jason mask. M turns around, starts running, trips on a bed and breaks it. We're all out in the hall losing our shit yelling stuff like "Holy f*cking shit it's Bobby!". The one door down the hall from us keeps opening and closing. Apparently this is happening on the girls' side too. They think it's us tho. One of the girls threw her phone at the window and broke the screen. Another girl called her mom and said these exact words: "Mom, get the Bible. There's a possessed 8 year old attacking the building." Eventually everyone calms down around 3 and only get 4 hours of sleep. Best. Trip. Ever.