The Last Cookies: A Whodunit based on a Real-Life Situation
The fall winds blow coolly by what was once a joyous place. A place formerly filled with laughter and blissful awkwardness is now filled with omen and a sense of forboding. This is the scene at Camp Seikooc, a former Girl Scout camp comfortably hidden in the rear western section of Andover Central Park. What happened so many years ago is now coming back to haunt the present, as the events of the past are re-living themselves today. Many strange disappearances have been reported in the area, and dogs have gone missing and have never returned. Only one was found at the dog pound. Even I have experienced the bizarre paranormal scene at this camp, conveniently named “Cookies” spelled backwards. I have constructed a short play as to how the final events of Seicook transpired and the horrible hauntings began. It begins as so.
A dark, seemingly harmless night. One bunny rabbit appears to be jumping around, and another is takin’ a nap. Girl scouts LAURA and JEANNIE have just snuck out of their tent for a secret meeting with their gentleman caller.
LAURA: It’s been too long, Frederick. How now, brown cow?
Frederick, a slightly chubby boy of 10, responds.
FREDERICK: Hi.
A long awkward pause.
FREDERICK: Have you got the goods?
JEANNIE: I’ve got what you’ve been looking for, baby.
Jeannie takes out a tarnished cardboard box from her pocket. It is a package of Thin Mints. The expiration date is at least 3 months away from now.
FREDERICK: Yeah buddy.
Frederick grabs for the box, but Jeannie takes it away before he can grab it.
JEANNIE: Not so fast there, Dorrough. You’ve got something to give me in return before imma let you have these here Thin Mints.
FREDERICK: Oh yes, now that you mention it, I do have a parcel for you.
Reaching in his pocket, Frederick takes out his fave yo-yo.
FREDERICK: Yo yo yo, there you go, ho! Take this and let me go!
JEANNIE: Fair enough.
The two exchange their packages. Frederick starts to leave but is unable to due to high gusting winds blowing against him.
FREDERICK: Why is it so windy tonight?
LAURA: I know! It’s a tornado! Ahh!
Sure enough, a large twister has developed behind them whilst their exchange was taking place.
FREDERICK: Imma get sucked in!
But unfortunately no one was there to hear Frederick’s cry, as Laura and Jeannie had just been sucked into the tornado, along with the rest of the camp.
FREDERICK: Oh dang it! I better high tail it outta here!
Frederick starts bookin’ it out of there and conveniently the tornado dissipates for a while, long enough for him to run home.
The following day, the majority of the camp is in shambles. Errbody had gotten sucked into the tornado but Frederick. Now the town began to question: what happened??
RANDOM GUY: Hey, you there! I’m calling you out! Since you’re a bit on the pudgy side, I think it would be safe to say that you just ate them all!
FREDERICK: No!
ANOTHER RANDOM PERSON: Yeah it’s true!
FREDERICK: I don’t think so!
The public opinion of Frederick was quickly flying south, almost as fast as Tiger Woods’ reputation. Even Frederick himself was unsure. But can you solve the mystery? That’s what we all want to know.
To this day, Camp Seicook (or Camp Scare-wakani as I refer to it) runs amok with supernatural activity. Some say the ghosts of the campers either sucked up into the tornado or eaten by Frederick are still there, waiting to play practical jokes on those who visit them. I myself had the misfortune of encountering one of these ghosts. One day, I was just driving back there because I had heard the rumors of these hauntings. I was not intending on being haunted but boy howdy was I. I drove by the wooden outhouse out there, and I looked at it for a minute. After a few seconds, the door just flies open, and there is no one inside. It looked as if a hand was opening it from the inside but when I saw the inside, no one was present. To this day I believe it was the “latrine ghost” of Camp Scare-wakani, and she is a dangerous one. The smell near the outhouse was foul, suggesting paranormal activity (Trust me, I have had experience with paranormal stenches. “Haunted Locker 303 at Brooks Middle School” smelled of raw sewage just next to the locker.). I can wholeheartedly say that if one decided to camp out where the former scouts “camped,” one would not be pleased. The only people brave enough to tempt their fates are the rebellious teenage pot-smokers from Andover and Andover Central. They have braver souls than I. I would not dare be on that property after dark, as I have heard rumors of the “chain ghost” also. The chain ghost goes around and puts chain locks on buildings that are supposed to be unlocked, giving you a major inconvenience in that you cannot open that thing.
Don’t tempt the fates. Stay away from Camp Scare-wakani, at 1607 E Central, in Andover, KS.
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