It was dusk on this very, very untraveled road and the five of us were on the side of the house getting our sheets on and a car drove by and spotted us. We were in a festive and fun mood and we waved to them. Minutes later the car drove by again, we waved again and once more the same thing -- it was just the locals enjoying seeing us in our costumes.
A while later it was dark and the bus load of campers had arrived and we ghosts were slowly moving about. I was the ghost in the middle of the road. Suddenly, a car drove up and stopped with me directly in the beam of its headlights. When I recognized the car as the police, I and the other ghosts quickly disappeared into the cemetery.
The police had received a call saying that the Ku Klux Klan was holding a meeting here and they had come to investigate. The director explained the whole thing and we returned to camp a little more spooked than the kids.