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The Gray Man Back in 1968, I was staying over with Jon Jones at their house along with Jimmy Withers and Paul Borden. We had decided to stay up all night and watch movies. Late in the night we were bored with the movie that was on, some really fakey horror movie and Paul was looking out the window of Jon's bedroom, toward the sound. "what's your Daddy doing out there now?" he asked. "who knows" was Jon's reply and we all looked out the window, down toward the street light that was in the back yard. What we saw was what looked like a large mound of gray dirt. As we watched it, it slowly stood up and turned toward the house. What we saw, what it became, was what looked like a man, all in gray with gray skin, like an old sailor, moving toward the house. We were all so scared that we fell over each other trying to get away from the window. We all went to bed after that and never mentioned it again...I mean period. We never talked about it. I didn't realize it, but it had scared me so bad that I didn't remember it at all. It did not come back to my memory until I came back to Camp as a counselor in '81 when someone told me that I was in a ghost story and then I remembered. That summer and the summer of '82, we all saw the gray man again. One night, someone saw a light out on one of the Flying Scots. A bunch of us ran out to the end of the pier. This was after lights out and the campers were all asleep. When we reached the end of the pier and were staring out at the Scot, we saw someone or something rise up in the boat, take the lantern in one hand and slowly step over the side of the boat into the water....and that was it, we saw nothing after that. In '82, we again saw someone or something out, this time, in one of the whalers. Whatever it was, it caused the boat to sink. And while we were watching it, in the boat, someone, I don't remember who, got a canoe and paddled it out to the whaler, but, by the time he got there, there was nothing in the boat. While Jackie Jones was teaching school, at one of the many orientations the Carteret Co. schools had, she saw one of her former students. Now Jackie had told the Gray Man stories to her class. This student went up to Jackie, with her mother, hugged Jackie, and then looked back to her mother to remark, "Mother, Mrs. Jones is the teacher who's seen the Gray Man too." Jackie said the mother's face went white. She said, in a hurried voice, "Honey, we don't talk about that." That one instance got Jackie's curiosity up and she started asking around if anyone else had had a similar experience or seen anything like what had been seen at Camp. To her surprise, she heard several stories of a man in gray or a man with gray skin being seen all up and down Morehead and the Morehead Bluff's for years. Next time you see Jon Jones, ask him about this one. He was in a cabin between the Viking Lodge and the Craft Shop, with the littlest boys one night when a huge storm came up. One of the little boys had to go to the bathroom, so he left out of the cabin...now this is on the bottom floor, the side nearest the shop, they are the only ones in the cabin because everyone else is over at Shackleford Island...all of the sudden, this camper literally flies into the cabin, onto his bunk and buries himself in his blankets. Jon goes over to see what the problem is, but all the boy can do is point toward the back door. Jon goes out to investigate and as he is looking out the back door, lightning flashes. What he sees in front of him, on the other side of the screen door, is a man, so tall that he is standing on the bottom step and Jon is seeing his stomach. He does not look up, but looks down. This man's feet are huge. His skin is dark gray and he is naked. Jon runs back into the cabin, says "Boys, he's here, the Gray Man," and starts pushing beds against both doors to the cabin. All night they stay together, huddled up in a pile till the first light. Jon goes out to look. In the mud, at the bottom of the steps are a pair of huge foot prints. Finally proof Jon thinks, but then it starts to rain and it fills the footsteps, erasing them....no proof, only Jon's story and the story of the frightened campers. I know what I saw. I can still see it in my mind as if it were yesterday. You tell me.
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