Well I used to go to a camp when i was younger. The creator/ owner of the camp was named Bertha. She was such an awesome instructor one day a bunch of men decided to dig out a man-made lake in her honor and name it Big Bertha. Since it was made for her she was the first to swim in it. As she was swimming she was sucked underwater by a heavy undertoe. She couldnt survive and she had drowned. The camp was split between cabins. one for the boys one for the girls. one night we were having a bonfire in the forest so a few boys were sent into the attic of their cabin to fetch some props for the campfire. They had an old rocking chair upstairs, and when they walk into the attack they see the rocking chair rocking yet there was no breeze in the room. they also see chrochet needles weaving up and down and a sweater being knitted, but they did not see anybody. all of a sudden a cold chill came through the room and the boys heard "Its a little chilly, any of you boys want a sweater?"