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In 1898, a woman by the name of Mildred Sykes resided in a small cabin in the wilderness of Pennsylvania, many miles from civilization. The cabin was a simple cabin. Dark, cold, the wind whistled through the gaps in the wood. It looked abandoned, but every so often you would see the flame of a single candle flickering in the broken glass of the window. Over the last hundred years, people have forgotten who Mildred Sykes once was. She was once a world-renowned opera singer who traveled the globe impressing all with her melodic sound. Her husband traveled with her waiting until she retired from singing to begin a family. One night, they were in Paris. Mildred was performing at Opera Bastille, a world-famous opera house, with her husband in the audience hanging on every note. Then, in the midst of her final solo of the night, the music, building to a crescendo, she attempts to hit a note that has never before been reached by a woman in history. In that moment, a sudden cracking sound occurs. The audience, so enraptured by her song, fail to notice the fracturing of the ceiling. The chandelier begins to sway. Back and forth, back and forth. Her notes continue to rise higher, and higher. From one breath to the next…a snap. The weight of a thousand glowing candles…falls, crushing her husband flat. The love of her life, snuffed out in in instant like the flames on the chandelier. Mildred and the rest of the audience stops suddenly, in disbelief, in silence. One breath, then two. One by one, the crowd turns on her, blaming her for the tragedy that had just occurred. They begin chasing her, running her out of the opera house. Fleeing for her life, she boarded a ship under an assumed name to get back to her home in Pennsylvania. Destroyed by her grief and burdened by her guilt, she realizes she can’t return to the home she once shared with her husband, knowing the angry mob would come looking for her. Instead, heading into the woods with nothing but a few items and her memories, she came across an abandoned cabin, deep in the wilderness, on Haycock Mountain. There are no roads that lead to this cabin. You come across it only by accident, and some say, only by design. Although crushed by her guilt, and still longing for a family, in the darkness of the woods, she feels safe. Though people have hunted to find her, none have returned after seeing her face. But, in the cool of the evening, some have said, that they have detected a certain lingering scent in the air. The sweet and savory aroma of pie. Through whispered words, and hushed rumors, it is said that if you ever enter her woods, beware. For those that see the green light in the distance, and catch the scent wafting over the pines, you are coming dangerously close, but there’s still hope for you. Turn back. For if you do not, and hear her mournful song whispering on the wind, in that moment, all hope is lost. The Green Eyed Lady has got you in her grasp. Some who have been able to turn back have said they felt a pull once they smelled the pies. Others who have gone into the woods for a hike and thought to search for her never returned. Some say she maintains her youth by stealing the souls of those who have gone looking for her. The beguiling sound of her voice calling you near. Sealing your fate. As some of you may know, this camp is located on Haycock Mountain. During our first year of Camp Melody here in the year 2000, it is said that the Green Eyed Lady was seen for the first time since 1898. As you may recall, The Green Eyed Lady always wanted a family of her own. Sensing the presence of children nearby, she ventured off to watch them play, peering through the branches, creeping closer, and closer, and closer.

That night, 3 campers were never seen again. But in their empty beds, in the morning dawn, a surprise. Three, golden, warm, pies.