That ' s clearly not the case here though . Which is why this upsets me so much <| sep |> This happened while being a counselor at a summer camp , but I was sleeping in a tent so I ' ll call it camping . One this particular night , my group had had a cookout , which means we had cooked our dinner inunit rather than eating at the mess hall . Unfortunately , this was the sort of cookout where everything somehow went wrong , and we were left cleaning up at 9 pm . Normal bedtime for all the campers is 9 pm , and they were all a little tired but we ' d previously decided to sleep out that night , so all the campers still had to pack up their sleeping bags and hike a little ways to their actual sleeping spot for the night . I elected to stay behind and finish cleaning up , leaving the other three counselors to lead the campers to their bed . I wasn ' t afraid of the dark , or of being in the woods alone . but there ' s this story about the unit I was in , a story involving the death of a camper , a story that I ' ve personally verified as true . In 1987 , there were three campers sleeping in a tent in this unit . Two of them got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom because , as a camper , you need a buddy for that . While they were relieving themselves , a tree fell on their tent , on the third camper . She died . Anyway , I was alone , in the pitch blackness of a dense forest at night , in a place where I knew a camper had died . I was fine . I don ' t believe in ghosts . I loaded up the push wagon with the trash from the cookout and started down the hill towards the bearproof dumpster . It was a steep hill , a bit of a hike to be honest , but it wasn ' t strenuous going down . About halfway down the hill , I heard something , a girl saying , Hello ? It was a high pitched voice , and it sounded a little scared . I stopped walking , stopped the cart , and said , Hello ? back . No response . I stood still for just a moment , then said , hello ? again . There was still no response . At this point I remembered where I was , and the story of the dead camper and I ran down that hill , push cart full of garbage trailing behind me . I dumped the garbage , then realized that I needed to go back to the unit to get my sleeping bag . My campers were sleeping out , and I needed to be there with them . I convinced another counselor to go with me to rerieve my sleeping bag . Unsurprisingly , there was nothing to be afraid of no whispering voices , no mysterious lights inside the tents , no suspicious children frolicking about and disappearing into the forest . Everything was dark and quiet , just as it should be . I had myself entirely convinced that I had imagined the voice until I was leaving the unit , and happened to look back at the darkened tents one of the tents was entirely lit up , and it hadn ' t been when we walked into the unit . I ' ve since convinced myself that the ' voice ' was just the squeaky wheel of the push cart , and the light was just a flashlight left on by a careless camper . but the whole night still freaks me out a little .