I was swimming in a lake in BC with a bunch of friends, on a Friday night. We were all hanging out and we happened to see a camp fire about 100 feet away, so we decided to take a little trip over there to see what was going on. As we started to approach the fire we heard crying and whining; we had no clue what was going on. As we got to the fire there was no one there except for a tent that was set up with cloths all over the dirty ground. Me and my friends were wondering what was going on. As we were about to leave we saw a man and a little boy standing behind the tent. We tried talking to them but all that was coming out was crying and whining like a high pitched scream. At that moment me and my friends were so scared that we started running away.  As we got back down to where we were swimming the cry and high pitched whining got louder and louder. Then the man and little boy were about 15 feet away from us and moving toward us, getting closer and closer. After that me and my friends all ran and got into our cars and left. The next day me and my friends went back to the very same spot where the little boy and this man were, and there was no trace of a fire or anything. It turns out that about 10 years ago a man and a little boy went camping on Father’s day and never returned.

Mitch Boucher, Calgary, Alberta