Kind of a funny story that happened last school year during my first year of high school. I'm in this program called AVID that helps out a lot with classes, organization, and team-building. Really good program if you ask me. For about 2 months, this program called JCYS works with us to do more team building (as cheesy as it sounds, it was pretty fun). We get two trips while JCYS is with us, one being an over night trip. It's the the end of our first night on the over nighter and we go down to the campfire for s'mores and stuff. One of the camp administrators, who runs her own story telling business, tells us a story of the "history" of the camp. Gonna make it quick: Where the camp is now, there's a field that separates it from some houses. Back in the 20's, those houses was a tuberculosis camp. Owners of the TB camp lived on the land which is now the JCYS camp. Their son, Bobby, loved nature and stuff. He died of TB at 8 years old. Years later, after the TB camp was shut down and the owners moved out, they opened up what used to be the owner's living area as a camp for schools, like mine, taking trips overnight. If you are not quiet leaving the campfire back to the main building, you would most likely get a visit from Bobby. You'd hear scratching and knocking on the windows at night. Look out, and you'd see a boy luring you into the woods because you didn't admire them. On our way back from the fire, everything is dead quiet. I'm somewhat nervous, because I don't have good history with horror after I was pranked when I was 7 (don't wanna talk about it). One of the teacher chaperones thinks it would be funny to hide in the bushes ahead of us, and make ghost noises when we walk by. Everyone loses their shit. Some people probably sprinted that whole mile back to the cabin. It's 1 am when we get back, and we get to hang out and stuff. Around 2, we go into our rooms for bed. At 3, in one of the other guys' rooms, they hear knocking on their window. My friend, let's call him M, gets up and looks out the window. M is met face to face with a Jason mask. M turns around, starts running, trips over a bed while breaking the frame, and might've pissed himself. Everyone's out of their rooms, yelling "HOLY F****** SHIT IT'S BOBBY!!!". I'm scared shitless because of my history. The door down the hall which goes outside keeps opening and closing. On the girls' side, the same thing is happening. One of them throws her phone at the wall. Another calls her mom and says this, "Mom, get my Bible. There's is a possessed 8 year old haunting us.". We all calm down and probably get only 2 hours of sleep. The next week we found out it was the teachers and some of us hated them for the rest of the year. [spoiler]if you read the whole thing, you're awesome.[/spoiler]