From: st1pj@rosie.uh.edu (Saucedo, Delfino B.)
Subject: Re: A ghost story....or not?
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Date: Mon, 14 Sep 1992 01:48:00 GMT

In article <1992Sep11.125617.14481@zip.eecs.umich.edu>, dmorgan@emunix.emich.edu (Faceman) writes...
> 
>I was a camp counselor at a Camp named Camp Dearborn.  It is located oddly
>enough in Milford Michigan.  While working there, this story was related to
>and refered to...
> 
>It seems that the camp was located on some old indian territory.  I guess
>the state "bought" bought it from the indians.  Two counselors in present
>day thought that this was neet, and went on a fact finding mission, this is
>what they discovered.  
> 
>The Camp was old indian territor, it belonged to a tribe of the Huron
>Indians.  The Chief of this tribe was named Michigami.  He stood a whopping
>6'9", and was build like a wall.  His hands were huge, and looked like a
>mighty warrior.  But alas, fate threw him a curve and he was also born an
>albino.  So he had white hair, and red (pink) eyes.  He was also a very
>peacful man.  Rumor has it that he never killed anything.  All his clothes
>were given to him, by the other braves.  And the food he ate were off of the
>trees ... he was a vegitarian.  Well when the state decided to "buy" the
>land, he decided to have a conference.  The military caught wind of this,
>and decided to "crash the party", so to speak.  The conference was to be
>held in a bowl shaped depression.  (This depression is the current location
>of the Pee-Vee campers, ages 6-8) Michigami stood at the bottom of the Bowl
>while all the wariors sat on the sides looking inward.  The Army snuck up
>from behind.  Thier idea was to open fire, thinking the warriors would all
>stand up and rush them.   Well when they did this, and the smoke cleared,
>to their supprise, none of the warriors had stood up, and the only one
>standing was...Michigami.  The indians were deciding on where to move to,
>for Michigami did not want a confrontation with the White Man's Army.
> 
>The Army allowed the tribe one week to pack and move.  The tribe decided
>that most importantly, Michigami should be buried.  They selected the three
>strongest warriors to dig the burial pit.  On the first day the warriors
>dug, and the chief medicine man or shaman dance in circles around the pit.
>The second and thrid day were the same, with the men digging, and the shaman
>danceing all the while.  On the fourth day, they layed Michigami to rest,
>with food, clothes and a hatchet to cut wood in the Happy Hunting Grounds.
>The fifth day they started to fill the pit, and the Shaman once more danced.
>The Sixth and seventh day wer the same.  Finally they were finished, and the
>layed 4 loggs over the site, marking the burial mound.  And the tribe moved
>on.
> 
>The two councelors read this and got excited.  They knew that the mound must
>be there somewhere.  So they had their campers look for it.  They offered a
>prize, a six-pack of Coke-a-Cola.  The campers started looking in earnist.
>It wasn't until 3 weeks later that a camper literally stumbled upon it.  It
>was, you see, on a well used travel path through the woods.  The Counselors
>were delited that they had found it, but were puzzled as to what to do.
>They decided in the end, that to show proper respect for Michigami, that
>when walking by it, or on it, as the trail led, that one should remain
>silent, and pay their respects for the dead Chief.  This seemed to work very
>well...until....
> 
>It seems that there were two "trouble-maker" kids.  They would cuss, and
>fight, and bully the other campers.  When crossing they mound, they would
>scream, spit and carry on.  One night when they were being esspecially
>unrully, the wind changed drastically.  The clouds seem to roll in from
>every where.  and seemed to rool in and then stop right over the mound.  The
>sky became balck, and it got dark...real dark.  Rumor has it that you
>couldn't see your hand infront of your face.  The caounclors ran for flash
>lights, and the kids had already ran for their tents.  That was when the
>Moaning started.  The councelors split up, to check on the kids.  While they
>were checking There was a clap of Thunder and a Flash of Lightning.  And the
>sound of a falling tree.   One rushed to the sound, having to cross the
>bridge...he wouldn't talk about what he saw at the bridge for a while...
>Another rushed to see what happened with the lightning and the tree crash.
>What he saw at the tent was horrible, a tree had fallen on the tent,
>Pulling the canvas aside, he entered the tent.  The first thing he saw were
>the two boys their bodies impaled by the tree branches.  The second thing he
>noticed was the third boy in the tent was untouched bt the tree.  He was
>sitting in the corner rocking.  ans repeating one word "Michigami,
>Michigami, Michigami."
> 
>The first councelor quit one week ater, he confided in me and told me what
>he saw.  He saw a ghostly figure, and indian with white hair and glowing red
>eyes......with tears running down his face......
> 
>+---------------------------------+------------------------------------+
>| "If love is blind...            | dmorgan@emunix.emich.edu (Faceman) |
>|    why is lingrie so popular?"  +------------------------------------+
>|       --  an anonymous wise man |"Naner Naner Naner...and Wubba Too" | 
>+---------------------------------+------------------------------------+
>-- 
>+---------------------------------+------------------------------------+
>| "If love is blind...            | dmorgan@emunix.emich.edu (Faceman) |
>|    why is lingrie so popular?"  +------------------------------------+
>|       --  an anonymous wise man |"Naner Naner Naner...and Wubba Too" | 
>+---------------------------------+------------------------------------+
I love summer camp ghost stories, though the one i experienced ewas a little
lighter.  
There was a typica;l story where I went to summer camp some years ago.  
Supposedly, a man in a yellow raincoat with a machette (sp?" ) and a
"swamp monkey" lived in the "Harvy", a section of the camp where we
rode horses.  Well, I don't know wehere the story came from or id f***
if it has any merit, but us older campers sure had fun with it.  We 
had an old monkey mask n and someone had a yellow raincoat.  We would put
the mask on the top of the mop and move it up and down the windows of the
cabins.  Scared everyone half to death.  We also dared eachothe er to 
sleep in the hunters cabin in the harvy.  The older campers on;y did this.
The older campers of the opposite sex would then raid the cabin at nite
wearing the monkey mask and scaring the others.  Girls did this to guys
and guys to girls.  Strange tradition - but it ALWAYS managerd to frighten
a lot of people.  In the woods at nite ANYTHING can be scary!
`			-Marsha
* A spirit with a vision is a dream with a mission 
				- Neil Peart

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