I'd thrown up after the trial, because realization this monster had FOLLOWED US in the middle of the night from the stream where we gathered fresh water in our canteens, since well water tasted like horrid rusty pipes. We'd complained about a lantern following us for 2 years before the murders - nothing was EVER done; why, why!? He watched us go into the end tent many, many times over two years - where he BRUTALLY RAPED & murdered those girls that year! :*(
I've now realized that if I'd been in there? I WOULD'VE DIED, too. None of us could've been a hero against a madman! He was brutal, insane. Even worse after the fact? The defense was able to suppress evidence that matched from when he'd raped & tried to kill THREE women! One survived - I think she was pregnant; don't remember if all were. Serial rapists/killers develop an MO.
I'll NEVER understand why us girls were never, ever warned this rapist was on the loose near our camp. But Justice was served, just like the Cherokee Medicine Man promised us, if the system failed us girls.
My mom had her best friend drive me PAST the camp, over to her place further up on the lake. I think she'd been told about the note that 4 girls would die - so she took it serious. I was FURIOUS with them all for so long - so very, very long. Because I thought I was INVINCIBLE, could take the monster on all by myself, save all the girls...I now know I was so wrong. Pouring down rain suddenly (funning how rain seems to mirror my mood oftentimes). The killer struck when it subsided. If it had kept up all night, perhaps he'd not struck, I don't know...just don't.
Finally I've been able to accept all of this. I can sleep a few more hours without screaming or being hunted in my dreams at my second home, once my Sanctuary called Camp Scott, Locust Grove, OK. I remember one time, the moon revealed our positions to this monster year before, so we had to hide in the shadows of the trees...risk the spiders, as we hugged trees. Never knew our fear was REAL, until that horrible night on 6/12/77, forever BURNED in my mind! We should've been warned; parents warned. Security beefed up.
We'd been promised our camp would re-open, w/security fences in place. Instead, Magic Council SOLD IT out from under us! Betrayed again, not just me.
We used to feel free there at night - dancing in the moonlight, feeling safe. How naive we were. It was only the 4 - 5 of us who were a little older keeping US, safe! Sheer numbers the killer couldn't overwhelm.
I'd been last there that March, 1977, when a sudden snow storm snowed us into the cabins rather unexpectedly. It's a wonderful memory, though lots of wet & cold feet.
Camp Scott= FREEDOM for me - I miss you! They didn't shut down the Boy Scout camp next door, where my friends streaked at - then they'd come back & do the same. Just silly, innocent stuff. I treasure the last year there, over the nightmare the best I can. Mom was sister's Scout Leader, so I was there even as a Brownie, enjoyed it younger, longer than most girls. It really was my FREEDOM, sanctuary from both home & school; what I did, what I knew about survival counted.
Some places touch you - Indian Grounds, for some reason, most certainly do. Like some areas in Santa Barbara out here, DO have the same effect on me. Like the veil between the past & present is blurred. I feel FREE again, like when I walked, ran & played at Camp Scott. Always pouring down rain, just before it feels like my imagination changes it into something cool (I know; just silly comic's person). When I'm happy, seems like cool things always happen when a Thunderstorm is abruptly ended around me - replaced with something else. Dancing Rainbows? Pouring snow in small area?
Always something symbolic 'around me'. But sometimes, it could mean something more. ;)