Ghost Camp

I recall attending an overnight camp held at school before. I think it was a religious activity. Anyway, me and a couple of friends decided to go ghost hunting. Paranormal things were the main interest back then.

We didn't really plan to capture ghosts in jars or nuke them with ghost buster cannons. We just wanted to take pictures around the spooky school at night hoping to find something.

While on our break, we explored a couple of areas: the old building, the playgound, a couple of other interesting places, and lastly the soccer field. We even took time to take a photo of ourselves in the last one. While walking on the grassy terrain, something caught my attention. For a split second, I saw a man completely in white walking towards a tree then vanish.

"D-d-did you guys see that?" I stuttered.
"See what?" my friends asked.
"I just saw someone pass by!" I said. "He was glowing then he just disappeared!"

We felt a cold wind blowing. The one holding the camera took pictures at the direction I was referring to.

"I've heard that someone died while taking pictures of a ghost." one friend commented.
"Why!?" the cameraman asked.
"Heart attack. He saw something through the lens."

We all looked at each other nervously. Break was almost over so we head back only to be greeted by an angry teacher at the assembly.

"Who told you that this was a ghost hunting trip!?" she yelled. "This camping activity has a sacred purpose! You shouldn't be out there looking for ghosts! They'll be the ones finding you!"

We were all silent. Those words actually haunted me. I looked around and saw my group bowing their heads in shame. But, there was one extra person among them. He looked rather old and I don't recognize him as any teacher I saw before. The old man seemed unnaturally pale with a faint eerie glow and a deathly expression. He suddenly glared at me. I gasped a bit.

"ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION!!??" the teacher singled me out.
"Yes, ma'am." I whispered.

While she wasn't looking at me, I glanced back at my group. The old man was gone. Camp proceeded as normal until it was time to hit the hay.

I couldn't sleep. I just stared at the ceiling as people began to snore. I turned a bit trying to get some shuteye only to find someone standing right next to me. I looked up and saw the same old man this time with a creepy smile. I panicked, screamed... then woke up. It was early morning already.

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Days later, we got the photos developed. We kept talking about the camp as we browse through the pictures of school at night.

I've narrated my story to my peers. Naturally, they wouldn't believe me. The cameraman revealed one picture which he saved for last. It was the soccer field where we had a group photo. Everyone started pointing at my figure in the photo. I started to breathe fast.

Beside me in that photo was that old man.