my sleeping bag inside my tent. As I was reading my book I began hearing the footsteps of someone walking up to my camp. I glanced out of the tent and saw no one. This bothered me to the point that I got up, and walked outside of my tent to take a look around. I saw nothing. I thought perhaps it might be a squirrel, a raccoon or bird. But the footsteps were very identifiable to me as the sound a walking human would make, placing one foot in front of the other.
Even though the day was clear and bright, I saw no one around my camp. I disregarded this minor incident, and decided to take a short walk to the nearby stream.
As I splashed my self with the cool, stream water, I began to think about my earlier experience with the footsteps. Subconsciously, the incident was still bothering me. I decided to walk back to my tent and get a snack. As I rose and turned in the direction of my camp, which was about a quarter of a mile away, I noticed that someone was standing by the tent. I could tell it was a young guy wearing blue shorts, a blue cap, holding an orange backpack. I yelled out, ”Can I help you.” The guy turned his head to look in my direction. I held up my arm and made a waving gesture to communicate that I had my eyes on him. He said nothing, and made no movement, other than to face my direction, to indicate he knew I was yelling at him. I felt a bit alarmed and unsure about what he might be up to, or what I should to do next, so I yelled once more, ”That’s my tent, can I help you?”
Keep in mind, I was alone in the woods, so I didn’t want to necessarily get too close to this strange guy.
I’m smart enough to know that there are lots of “kooks,’ that would like to take advantage of a single

woman in a situation like this. When he failed to respond to my calls, I knew, and felt something was
definitely not right. I decided that the best thing for me to do was to stay put. Then he slowly turn away, and walked towards the open foot trail directly above my camp. I kept my eyes on this weird guy, while at the same time, wasted no time, briskly making my way to my tent. Arriving, I looked over everything inside and outside the tent. It soon became clear to me that everything was untouched. Though strangely, there was an area of water soaking the ground, directly below where this guy had been standing. Hoping to get a better glimpsed of him, I looked in the direction of the footpath. I spotted him, then notice something unusual in the way he was walking. He moved abruptly from side to side, kind of staggering with each step. I imagined this guy might be drunk, or under the influence of drugs. I sat down on the ground and observed as he slowly made his way a few more feet, until he slowly disappeared. And when I say disappeared, I mean DISAPPEARED! The path was located in an open meadow without any trees, or large rocks to hide behind. It was midday without any shadows. The sun was bright and high up in the the sky. This guy was there one second, and in the next, suddenly he just disappeared! I quickly stood up, thinking he must have taken a fall, and cautiously walked over to where he might have hit the ground.
There was no evidence of the guy anywhere. No cap, no backpack, nothing! The meadow grasses and flowers were only about a foot or so high, so he couldn’t have been hiding among the plants. I didn’t want to contemplate the situation any longer. I knew that the only explanation was that I had been visited by a
ghost! And it had appeared to me in broad daylight no