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Campfire Ready Ghost Stories

Tuesday, January 2, 2018 - 12:42pm

What are a park ranger’s favorite things to do when they go camping? 
If you ask a park ranger what their favorite thing to do around a campfire is, besides eating S’MORES of course, you will most likely hear us tell you we enjoy singing songs and telling spooky ghost stories. 
Ghost stories and folklore are not just for a shock factor or entertainment. Ghost stories and folklore are also valuable to every culture. It is a way to pass down history, culture, explain the unexplainable, teach community and cultural norms, help form social connection, and to educate. Ghost stories and folklore provide these important elements to their communities through generations. This Ask a Ranger article and podcast will focus on the social connection, shock or fear factor and entertainment. 
 
Spoooooky Halloween Jokes and Riddles
What do you call a tree that is scared?  PETRIFIED!
What do you find on a haunted beach?  A sand-WITCH!
The maker of this product does not want it, the buyer of the product does not need it, the user of the product never sees it, what is it?  A Coffin
Why did the vampire need mouthwash?  He had bat-breath!
What do you get if you divide the circumference of a jack-o-lantern by its diameter? A Pumpkin Pi
What's the problem with twin witches? You can't tell which witch is which!
 
We would like to share with you a campfire song written and sung by our own Park Ranger Keith from Eno River.  You can just click on the link listen and enjoy or sing along and below we have provide the lyrics for this fun campfire song!
https://soundcloud.com/william-b-umstead
Spiders and Serpents and Bats (OH MY)  words and music by Keith Nealson
    G                                 C                                        D                    G
I’ll tell you a tale of three interesting critters whose reputations are shot-
Some people fear them and will not go near them and some just dislike them a lot.
       F                                     C                                   G                                   C
And for the most part these poor creatures don’t deserve the bad press they accrue
               F                                      C                              D                                  G
‘cuz they help keep the world very healthy- which is good for both me and for you.
                G                                       C
                Spiders and serpents and bats . . . Oh, my!
                G                                      D
                Spiders and serpents and bats . . . Oh my!
                G                                        C
                Spiders and serpents and bats . . . Oh, my!
                G                   D                G
                Spiders and serpents and bats . . . Oh my!
 
Let’s speak of the spiders those eight legged creatures whose webs are woven with care
They can climb up their silk with those of their ilk and hang upside down in mid-air.
Each day they will capture their insect prey  and prepare them for marvelous feasts
Why, without what they’ve done we might be overrun by multiple 6-legged beasts
 
                Chorus
 
Lets talk about snakes how they wake in the morning and go for a nice pleasant crawl- 
How they smell with their tongue, give birth to their young and climb with no legs at all.
And some keep down the mouse population-  by eating up rodents galore
Which makes for less mouses in houses-  a fact I applaud the snakes for
 
                Chorus
 
Lets talk about bats and their long wing like fingers that helps them to feed in the night
A mammal that flies through the nocturnal skies using echolocation- not sight
If you ever have slapped a mosquito you might stop and give bats their fair due
If it weren’t for the work of a handful of bats there would be more of them eating you
 
                Chorus
 
So please do remember the good these guys do and help to keep them on the scene-
They are precious and needed each day of the year (and not only on Halloween!)
 
                Chorus
 
 
To finish up our October Ask a Ranger Spooky Article we would like to share the stories that we tell on our Ask a Ranger Podcast (https://www.buzzsprout.com/115062/574422-campfire-ready-ghost-stories).  You can read them to each other around the campfire or play our podcast and let us-- Ranger Jess and Ranger Crystal-- tell you the spooky tales!

Blackbeard’s Ghost
http://northcarolinaghosts.com/coast/blackbeards-ghost/
The Devil’s Tramping Ground
http://northcarolinaghosts.com/piedmont/devils-tramping-ground/
Lydia, the Phantom Hitchhiker
http://northcarolinaghosts.com/piedmont/lydia-phantom-hitchhiker/
The Little Girl Who Wasn't, from LadySparrow
From Dodai Stewart’s 10 of the Spookiest Scary Stories You’ll Ever Read:

I lived in a house from hell for four years, from age eleven to almost sixteen. There was constantly something happening. Doors flying open and shut, voices, footsteps. Nothing ever stayed where you put it. I was alone there a lot because both my parents worked and I was constantly terrified.
 One of the most gut-level disturbing things though was the little girl in my bathroom. Every time I walked past my bathroom door (which was constantly since it was right outside my bedroom) I saw a little girl with blond curled hair and a rose-colored dress. She just stood there, staring, looking like a photograph from 1905. I started keeping the door closed so I could walk by without seeing her, but she was always there when I opened it. Once I stepped in past her, I couldn't see her anymore but I could feel her there. She scared me, but I felt really sorry for her because she was trapped there, just like me, but probably forever.
As the years went by and things in the house continued to get worse, she started seeming... darker. I started feeling like she wasn't really a little girl. I knew there was something ugly in the house and I felt like it was presenting this sympathetic image to me. Then I started thinking I was completely losing my mind.
One day, when I was 14, I had a friend from out of town come stay with me for a week. I hadn't told her anything whatsoever about the house because I didn't think she would come if I did. Right after she got there we were sitting in my room and she left to go to the bathroom. About a minute later she walked back in with a puzzled look on her face and said "So, there's a little girl in your bathroom". "Um, I, yeah she hangs out in there. Blond hair?" "Curls? Pink dress? Yeah. You know that's not really a little girl, don't you?" I almost threw up. I was so relieved and terrified and excited and ready to run out of the house screaming. She wouldn't use my bathroom the rest of the week and I started using it as little as possible without perturbing my parents (who did not want to believe).
Eventually we moved out and I could not have been happier. I distanced myself from it mentally as much as I could. Then, when I was 18, I took another friend on a road trip to pack up a few things I'd left in the house (my parents hadn't managed to sell it, and wouldn't for 5 more years). The minute we got on the property, my friend seemed uncomfortable. When we came around the bend in the long, steep driveway, he went completely white. I could tell something was wrong, but he insisted he was OK, so we got to work. After a while he asked to use the bathroom and I directed him to mine. Not 20 seconds after he left, he came running back in, gasping for breath, and slammed the bedroom door behind him. He started babbling about a little blond girl who isn't really a little girl. All of a sudden he went dead still, looked me in the eye, and very solemnly said "She's not happy. With you. You left, and you weren't supposed to". We threw whatever we could grab in two trips in my car (after I walked him to another bathroom and waited outside the door) and got out at top speed.

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William B. Umstead State Park

8801 Glenwood Avenue
RaleighNC 27617
Phone919-571-4170
Our Email william.umstead@ncparks.gov
Latitude: 35.890500
Longitude: -78.750200

Park Hours:

The gate at the Crabtree Creek entrance will open at 7am daily as part of a pilot program to allow early access to the trails system. From March 15th through December 1st, the family campground gate will remain open an additional hour after the park closes so those campers have access in and out the park during that time. 

Crabtree Creek Entrance:
November-February: 7am - 6pm
March, April, September, October: 7am - 8pm
May - August: 7am - 9pm
Closed Christmas Day

Reedy Creek Entrance:
November - February: 8:00am - 6pm
March, April, September, October: 8:00am - 8pm
May - August: 8:00am - 9pm
Closed Christmas Day

William B. Umstead main park gates are closed and locked promptly at posted closing time. No entry or exit is permitted after this time except for law enforcement or medical emergencies.

Park Office/Visitor Center
8am - 5pm
Closed Christmas Day

Exhibit Hall
Located in the Visitor Center
January - December, 9am - 4:30pm
Closed Christmas Day

Tent and Trailer Family Campground
Season of Operation: March 15th - December 1st