On one particular camping trip, taken when I was in the 8th grade, our Scout Troop ventured to the Maryland woods outside of Washington D.C. We set up our tents, ensured the roping was secured with velcro straps, roasted our smores, and visited the sites of D.C. However, what we didn’t expect to happen is encounter a dead body in the woods. At first we didn’t know what it was, but upon closer inspection we realized it was human remains. We called in the authorities, were questioned, and assisted with the investigation. Apparently, the body was a victim in a missing person’s case. Not one of us had ever participated in anything like it. In the process, not only were we introduced to camping in a place faraway from home, but also to the dirtier aspects of human nature, by discovering a body deposited just outside the American capital. At the end of that rather eventful day, we told ghost stories around the campfire. They were never scarier, for we knew something now – there really was evil.