Down in The Georgian Bay there is a camp called Camp Silent Fox. And one time back in the early fifties a little troupe of eight campers, one counselor, and a C.I.T. decided to go on an overnight canoe trip to Moon Island.  So they got out of their cabin one morning and paddled to the Island.  When they got there they set up the five tents (two campers sleep in one tent and the C.I.T. and counselor sleep in another one) and started their camp fire. One camper said he saw something in the woods but everyone replied "Oh it's probably just a squirrel."  After they finished telling stories and roasting hotdogs they went to their tents and fell asleep.  At around eleven o'clock they heard a noise near their campfire.  It sounded like a soft thud, then a dragging noise. Then they heard a lot of clangs as something picked up all their pots they were using to cook with. They then heard the soft thud and the dragging noise leave their campground and enter the woods.   Everyone was freaked. The counselor and the C.I.T. thought it was a bear. The campers didn't know what it was.  All the campers ran quickly into the tent where the counselor and the C.I.T. were.  Soon enough they heard the noise again. But this time it was coming closer to them and the tent they were in. And then one of the poles that supported the tent came out, and then another. One side of the tent had now collapsed.  The counselor thought it was some practical joker trying to scare them so he decided to go out and ask whoever was scaring them to stop and give them back their things.  So he got out of the tent.  Standing there was a crazed looking native with black messy hair. His eyes were frightening. His eyes were frightening because one of them was just pure white and the other was stormy blue. One of his legs was just a stump so whenever he walked it made the thud and dragging noise.  The counselor just stood their, unable to speak.  Then everyone heard a blood curdling scream.  The C.I.T. ran out with a fishing knife only to find the counselor being dragged away into the woods.  He then told the campers to run down to the canoes.  Everyone ran down and started paddling, but soon they had to turn back because the native had put holes in their canoes.  The C.I.T. remembered the axe he brought to chop wood with.  He grabbed it.  He stood there thinking that this man probably had his own canoe. So they walked into the woods in search of the native's cabin. They walked into an opening.  It was pitch black.  They heard the thud then dragging noise. There were screams from everyone.  Then they heard one of the screams cut off. They then heard the thud, dragging noise and saw someone being dragged away.  They started to run.  They ran until they found a small cabin. Hanging upside down from the trees were dead bodies. They saw the counselor and one of the campers in the trees. They also saw the native standing there grinning psychotically at them. The native was standing there with a bow.  The native shot an arrow through the shoulder of the C.I.T. tearing his ligament. The C.I.T. (trying to ignore the pain)took the axe and stuck it into the native's back.  He then remembered the fishing knife and got it out of his pocket and put it in the native's head. They then ran to the canoes and paddled back to Camp Silent Fox.  The C.I.T. told the camp manager what had happened.  The manager sent two staff (with rifles) to go get the native's body and the bodies of the camper and the counselor.  The two men left but never returned.  So don't go to Moon Island because the native still lives and waits for your arrival.      

Max Binks-Collier, Toronto, Canada