Fear As a Relative Term

"Fear" really is a relative term because what scares me might not scare other people. What I am afraid of has drastically changed over the years, but when I think about "fear", one particular instance in my life comes to mind. When I was like 8 or 9, my uncle and aunt invited me to go to a kids' camp retreat with their church. My uncle was the pastor of this church, so he knew everyone going and he was somewhat in charge of the whole thing. On the first night there, my uncle and the other adult men told all the guys about a killer who died at the camp years ago. Of course they tried to creep us out by saying that if you stayed up at night you could see him walking around the camp. As creepy as all of this was, none of us really thought anything of it until people started disappearing. I believe it was one of the adults who disappeared first, and so naturally my uncle said the we should go looking for him. We went outside, when it was completely dark, and started looking for him. This was so long ago so I'm really fuzzy on the details, but I think this was when we saw a dark figure running past us. Naturally we all screamed like little girls, and this is when we began to doubt our sanity. Was it the man we were looking for, or was it the man who died so many years ago?