It was my first school camp,
And I stayed awake after nap.
I went on for ghost hunting,
It was dark with few lighting.
I stepped up floor by floor,
Hearing footsteps door by door.
I think I saw something there,
A figure, a silhouette's glare.
I thought I found my ghost,
But it was a girl, a teen at most.
She walked in then lost her way,
And I had no more words to say.