I grew up in Washington State and a popular place for most groups to have retreats and campouts was, and still is, Fort Casey on Whidbey Island.
One summer my mother took us to its campground to be in a Parents Without Partners campout. My brothers not only told me the urban legend of Bigfoot and the couple in the disabled VW bug, they also mentioned that Ted Bundy had escaped and was on the loose (don't remember if this was true or not because I was only 10ish and didn't watch the news).
Another little girl and I decided to walk from the campground up to the abandonded bunkers. We were the only ones around and we didn't dare go into the dark bunker tunnels, and, spooked by the darkness in them, we decided to walk back to the campsite. It was daylight, but as we went back along the forest path, we felt like we were being watched and followed. It was a very long walk back!
Fort Casey, Whidbey Island, WA
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Posted 25 August 2011 - 02:37 AM
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