“My riiiiiinnngg! I want my ring!” the ghost of Kate wailed, its voice rising s’high only hound dogs could hear the top notes. The pressure on Mary’s ears was something awful. She clapped both hands over her ears and shouted: “I ain’t got it!” “Yes You DO!” roared the ghost.

About two weeks after I arrived in camp, I awoke in the middle of the night feeling a cold breeze piercing my sleeping bag. I shuddered and then gasped as something huge and heavy suddenly fell on top of me and began to press me down into the mattress. It covered my whole body. I tried to breathe, but the darkness smothered my nose and mouth, and the weight made it impossible for me to expand my lungs...

Don’t be silly, she told herself, forcing her shaking legs up another step. It’s just the loose shutter blowing in the wind. And then all the hair on the back of her neck stood on end as she realized she could hear something breathing behind her…