THE HAUNTED FORT

My mother was about fifteen years old, she thinks. The family moved to a migrant camp located in Missouri or Minnesota , that’s what some of my aunts' thinks. The camp was near a place called Red... something. They don't know if the camp had just opened or had not workers for a while. There were large numbers of families moving in at the same time when they arrived. For a couple of days, everything was normal. Then suddenly, noises started coming from the nearby field. Kids discovered the source whiling taking their lunch breaks on a nearby hill. The noises were of men yelling and screaming at each other. Soon after that, there was movement in the field. The high grass began to move, as if someone was walking in them. All the kids began hanging out at the site. Their lunch breaks was like being at the movies for them. As clockwork everyday, the field was a show. Now the field was battleground of the long dead Indians and white soldiers. They looked almost real but, their faces were smudged leaving no detailed of their faces.
The ghostly activity jumped into the camp itself. There was no indoor plumbing, so everybody washed outside in tubs with high curtains. A woman was showering, when she looked up a saw a woman in old fashion clothes hanging from the shower pole. She screamed her brains out.
A group of people entered one of the large building and saw a horror beyond belief. The inside of the building was covered with blood and piles of dismembered people. Their flesh appeared to be gnawed upon. The onlookers fled in sheer terror.
Some of the workers heard a woman screaming for help. It was coming for the tunnel beneath one of the large buildings. My uncle and couple of the young guys went into it. Several moments passed. Yelling was heard and then the gang climbed out almost out of breath. They said that followed the cries to a large room. Their lanterns revealed something other than a woman needing help. The light revealed skeletons of horses standing and moving toward them. They ran like hell!
Someone found out that my great grandmother was a witch and asked her for a seance. She refused but the people kept pestering her. She finally agreed and nothing happened. But the next day, the ghost army vanished and other activity ceased. There was a feeling of dread that came over the camp. One of the buildings developed a aura of malice. Workers would glimpse something staring at them from the unlit corners of the ceiling. Finally, a priest was summoned to cleanse the place of this evil presence. The priest entered the building by himself. Everybody else was scared to enter with him. A couple of moments passed and the workers couldn't hear him anymore. It was too quiet! Some entered and found the priest hanging, barely clinging to life. Couple of brave soul quickly climbed the rafters and cut him down. They all ran with the priest outside to safety. The next day my mother and her family left the area.