Mody Deen Ghost Story                                 Back to Ghost Stories
Ghost Story of the Month for September 2006!
by JenJen of Ontario, Canada
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My experience happened to me during the summer of 2004 when I went to a local
horseback riding camp to hone my small riding skills.  The camp has a background story
that goes like this:

The land's first owner had a very ill and disgruntled daughter by the name of Mody Deen.  
Due to a horrible wave of influenza, she was too ill to continue staying in the living world any
longer.  When death came to take her, her father was so upset about the loss of his
daughter that he buried her with Mody's first pony under a large elm tree that towered over
the entire property.  That night, he wept hard and long, from-the-gut sobbing.  Ever since her
death, many people who have visited overnight report abnormal activity, such as barn doors
banging shut without so much as a breeze, and some have seen a silhouette of a horse and
rider fading into the sky.

This was a story that was passed from generation to generation, and so before the week
long overnight camp ended, the counselors and riders would participate in a game called
'Firefly'.  Counselors would hide with flashlights and blink them on and off.  Riders would
have to find the counselors, and when they did, the riders would be handed a letter on a
sheet of paper.  If all the counselors were found, the letters would spell out the word HORSE
when unscrambled and put together.

It was at the point when I needed one more letter, and I saw a distant flashing light in the
nearby trees. Naturally I thought that this was the location of the last counselor, and I ran to
the tall tree.  It turned out that this was the elm tree under which Mody Deen was buried with
her pony.  When I got there, I looked up and was surprised to see that nobody was there.
"Okay, just your imagination," I told myself.  But I was soon to be proven wrong.

Since I was a bit frightened with the disappearing light, I decided to join one of my friends to
find the remaining letter.  As we walked toward the pavilion, a sharp, panicked whinny
pierced the air and we spun around to see that a glowing light was hovering under the elm
tree.  The light faded, and a dark shadow brought along a new wave of fright for us.  A man's
hard, gut-wrenching moans and sobs broke the eerie silence that had settled around us, and
the dark shadow slowly moved and changed...until it seemed to be in the shape of a familiar
animal: a horse and its rider!  Another sharp whinny, and the figure faded while galloping
into the clear night sky.

After lights-out time in the cabins, many girls reported to everybody who would listen that
they saw a strange occurrence.  It was described differently by each person, but the basic
story was the same: a glowing light, maybe an orb or ball, was seen under the historic elm
tree, and one thing was for sure: everybody was frightened.  It was a sleepless night in the
cabin, and the lights remained on the entire night.  I have never been so terrified in my life!
Nearly every week I look back on that time and wonder, 'What REALLY happened that

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