This camp has the sixth sense
Let's sing campfire songs, spiritual friend.
Well, I can only imagine the stories told at the Wonewoc Spiritualist Camp, where campers see dead people all around them. Not bodies, but spirits.
"Oh yeah, they're all over the place," one person said in the story. "Sometimes I see them so close, I see the stubble on their face."
Wow. Did they bring graham crackers for s'mores?