Ghosts from Around the Campfire
A few days ago I did a post about St. Bernard's Preparatory School. I had always heard that the school was haunted, but had never learned any specifics about the haunting. My last post focused on photographs and relics, but today my son came back from St. Bernard's Summer Camp and he brought a variable cornucopia of ghost stories back with him as a little late Mother's Day present for his mom. The camp counselor's at Camp Bernard's have collected and saved the folklore of the school and spread it to the campers as they settle into bed at night. All of the camp counselors either are attending or have attended the boarding school so they know the ghosts that wander the halls of St. Bernard's School better than anyone. Not only did the counselors tell tales, but the campers whispered of ghosts in the night and shared them with each other.
My favorite story is one a counselor told my son. I have always heard it said that a phantom monk wanders the grounds of St. Bernard's in the night. He drifts in the mist and comes with the fog. According to Gabe's camp counselor, many years ago a monk became desperate with despair. This monk hung himself in the library at St. Bernard's. The ghost of this monk still wanders the library to this day. The library is so haunted, the students once used it as a Halloween haunted house. The counselor says that when he was alone in the library, he could almost feel the monk breathing on him. It seems this monk is also the monk I had heard of before that wanders the grounds at night.
Other ghost stories flourished at the camp. One story spoke of a little girl that leaped to her death from the top of the girl's dormitory. The girl's ghost still lingers at the girl's dormitory watching the other girls as they sleep. One story my son says is complete rubbish, but it made for good campfire fun so is worth telling. This tale tells of a little boy who died in the boy's dormitory. According to the rumors of the camp, this ghost is so hostile, he contributed to the death of a camper.
My son knows that the last story is nonsense, but campfire ghost stories are the heart of any good camp and the stories that have a hint of the truth in them add a little real creepiness to the fun of the stories that were nonsense and made camp all the more fun. In the end, stories like these remind me of my favorite thing about ghost stories. They remind me of the joy of story telling and the joy of the last oral traditions and folklore. I thank all the counselors and campers that spread these stories and keep them alive in the smoke of the campfire.
My favorite story is one a counselor told my son. I have always heard it said that a phantom monk wanders the grounds of St. Bernard's in the night. He drifts in the mist and comes with the fog. According to Gabe's camp counselor, many years ago a monk became desperate with despair. This monk hung himself in the library at St. Bernard's. The ghost of this monk still wanders the library to this day. The library is so haunted, the students once used it as a Halloween haunted house. The counselor says that when he was alone in the library, he could almost feel the monk breathing on him. It seems this monk is also the monk I had heard of before that wanders the grounds at night.
Other ghost stories flourished at the camp. One story spoke of a little girl that leaped to her death from the top of the girl's dormitory. The girl's ghost still lingers at the girl's dormitory watching the other girls as they sleep. One story my son says is complete rubbish, but it made for good campfire fun so is worth telling. This tale tells of a little boy who died in the boy's dormitory. According to the rumors of the camp, this ghost is so hostile, he contributed to the death of a camper.
My son knows that the last story is nonsense, but campfire ghost stories are the heart of any good camp and the stories that have a hint of the truth in them add a little real creepiness to the fun of the stories that were nonsense and made camp all the more fun. In the end, stories like these remind me of my favorite thing about ghost stories. They remind me of the joy of story telling and the joy of the last oral traditions and folklore. I thank all the counselors and campers that spread these stories and keep them alive in the smoke of the campfire.
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Little Gothic Horrors... Thanks so much! I try to be a cool mother, but sometimes I am a little like Louis from Malcome in the Middle with all my boys.
Another one happened just last year in the guys' dorms, and this is something I heard from one of the guy's friends, but the boys say the boys' dorm is in sections and not just a long hallway like the girls' dorm, so in one section there were three boys in three different rooms, but all in the same small section. One boy was tossing a paper ball into the trashcan and the trashcan moved. So he went to go tell one of the guys in the section, and while he was telling him what happened, the other boy was getting something from his shelf, and he looked at the first boy and then some nails or tacs that had been stuck on the bottom of the roof of the shelf fell down, so they went to the other guy's room and stayed there until study hall or something.
I'm not going to say these are all true, but I think the one about the monk hanging himself in the old library is true. That's where the drama club people host their plays, but its on the first floor. But there are supposedly locked off parts of the building and locked doors, and one door leading to the room where the monk hung himself has a cross either to the side or at the bottom of the door.
Sorry if that was confusing, and I'm pretty sure that its just loose apparitions. But I guess it could be true.
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