“So I used to go up to camp every summer for like two weeks at a camp called Camp Belknap. It was in New Hampshire, in Wolfeboro, right on Winnipesaukee. Fun time, it was an all boys camp. Did all the typical camp things like play sports, shoot bow and arrows, go swimming, boating, sailing– all that stuff. And then of course we would tell stories at night when we were back in the cabins. My first year at the camp I was like 11. I’m already missing home, and mom and dad and all that, and one night my counselor, who was probably like 17 or 18 tells us this crazy scary story about this Watermelon boy. He had gone to Camp Belknap back in like the 1920s. They called him watermelon boy cause he had a huge head. Big dome, shaped like a watermelon. So my counselor tells me that the kid used to get bullied cause he was a little weird, looked funny, wasn’t that good socially. Finally one day, the kid had enough. Took a rifle from the rifle range and shot a bunch of other kids. Now this is tough to hear for me cause I’d already been to the rifle range a couple times and really had a good time shooting at targets and shit and what not. So after the kid does this he runs into the woods somewhere near the highway that runs past the camp. They never found him. Now the story goes that he lives in a little shack in the woods and comes out to terrorize little kicks in the camp. Just this guy with a massive head and really long fingers. The story scared the shit out of me, couldn’t sleep for like the last two nights I was so scared. The worst part was, they had all these pictures of all the campers that had ever gone to the camp. So me and some of my buddies go to check the pictures out and sure enough, in one of the pictures from the 1920s, one of the grainy, black, and white ones, there’s this kid with a massive head scowling in the first row. We totally thought he was real. It’s funny I was recently talking with one of my buddies who i went to the camp with and the story came up and he said it’s banned at the camp now cause it scared too many kids haha. Crazy.”
This is a classic, campfire story designed to freak out little kids. It clearly did it’s job with my friend, Jack. When he told this to me, I was surprised an 18 year old counselor would tell this grisly, violent story to a bunch of 11 year olds. I guess that was the kind of camp that this one was. During the recitation, it was interesting to see Jack recall the horror that he once found in this story. You could really tell it used to rattle him as an 11 year old.