In the night! One never knows what happens in the middle of the night in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp or anywhere for that matter. Most times I am sleeping and do not hear a thing.
Funny thing about the dark, it brings out a different kind of energy.
These days the middle of the night for me is around 8 p.m. I sat on my porch watching a group of what seemed like teens – eight to 10 of them – running around Hotel Cassadaga and the space between it and Brigham Hall.
Backstory: Made me think of the good old days taking a late-night stroll to the cemetery with my cousin and other friends. Buford, a black Great Dane, took us for the walk really. It was the only way we could get out of the house.
Creepy, spooky times in the dark, another world – another world in one’s mind.
Everyone is always looking for something in the dark, especially teens. So, I thought to go out and remind them that this is a quiet community and then thought better of it when I saw a couple of taller gentlemen show up in the crowd.
Backstory: Years ago, when I resided in Brigham Hall, I listened to a group of women on the hotel’s porch. Apparently they were having a few drinks. They sang Hotel California over and over again for more than an hour. I finally called a friend. She came over and we booted them off to bed. It was 1 a.m.
I continued to watch from my porch and decided to call a friend. She asked about the noise. I held the phone out so she could hear more. We giggled about the youngsters and I reminded her that the development in Lake Helen might cause a little more action. Hard to believe it was Sunday night. And so dark already.
I saw other people walking through the community. I get it, it is a safe place to be. One woman looked to have a bit of a wobble to her walk. I hoped she would be okay. She was heading toward Spirit Pond. I immediately thought of the alligator and then other wildlife she may encounter.
There is much bigger development going on around the area other than Lake Helen. Displaced animals are common. People should really think about this while out for a late-night stroll in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp.
Around 9 p.m. people started filing out. The kids finally left, and my friend and I laughed a little more. One of the tenants opened her door and popped her head out to see who was laughing. I waved.
Funny, that she heard the higher vibrational laughter than the eight to 10 kids screaming and yelling right outside of her windows.
Perhaps night is just an illusion in the mind.
Lori Carter is a freelance writer and Spiritualist Medium -- truly a Spiritual Being, and aren't we all.