This isn't exactly my story, but I was the one with a tidbit that makes this story scary.

I used to be really involved in youth group at my church, and every summer we went to

confirmation camp at a camp in the woods.

This camp is in the middle of harvest country, so there are a lot of fields where migrant workers

will find employment.

Sometimes if they need to shower or get water, they will go to secluded parts of the camp

and use the facilities.

Some people also own property or live around the camp.

None of the people around camp have ever harmed a camper, but we are all told to be careful

in general.

During a weekend retreat, I stayed up late to talk to a group of the counselors and we shared

our favorite stories about camp.

One boy, we'll call him Aaron, told us a story about a man he ran into at confirmation

camp.

He said it was his first year at camp, and he didn't really know his way around that

well.

He had gone with one of his friends to the nurses' cabin to get medicine and was running

late to a group activity.

As they left the nurses' cabin, he ran into a man who was just walking around the camp.

They asked him who he was and asked for directions to the pavilion.

He told them that he was the nurse's husband and that he could take them to the pavilion.

As Aaron was telling this story, I asked him to describe the man who said he was the nurse's

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