It was a dark night, my friends and I were at camp, and it was late. The moon was shining in the sky, we were telling scary stories to each other, like almost every camp people do, but that's what we were doing, by the fireside. All of a sudden, in the woods, I see this figure moving quickly, at first I don't know what this figure is but I look again, and this figure keeps moving round and round the fire. I tell my friend "dude, there's a figure moving round and round." And my friends like "shut the fuck up dude your just trying to scare me." And I'm like "no dude, lets go and check"
So we get up, with our little sticks, 'cos we carry sticks 'cos that's going to protect us from scary beasts. We're in search of this object, this thing; we don't know what it is yet, we look around. We see nothing, just silence and then suddenly, this big thing, out of nowhere, it comes up in front of me, it was my mom. "Paige, what are you doing up so late?" she asked me, I didn't know what to tell her, I could've told her about the object, but she would've thought I was crazy, she said "go back to bed"
I was trying to figure out why my mom was at camp with me, it was all strange to me.
I turned to my friend and said "lets go back" he said "Dude what the fuck, who were you talking to?"
I said "dude that's my mom" and then he said, "Dude, your mom died eight years ago."