Ghost Story

This whole thing began back in elementary school, maybe fourth grade. I went to this summer camp every year, and my four closest friends did as well. One year, one of those friends (let's call her Sophie) came to us and said that she felt like the place was haunted, and she was being possessed by one of the ghosts. She seemed to be so sure of it that none of us doubted her all that much. She would act different, her voice would even sound a bit off. When she was "possessed" she would call herself Anastasia, I believe. I don't know what drew me to do this, but I decided that one day I would go along with her, and I pretended to be possessed as well, calling myself Jack. Jack was Anastasia's husband, and Sophie and I would actually walk around holding hands and such. I knew I was pretending, but none of my friends ever did. Sometimes I wonder if we actually were possessed, because Sophie, as Anastasia, seemed to know Jack, and never asked what I was doing. The other odd thing about it was my voice. Anastasia and Jack were British, and I knew Sophie was great at a British accent, even when not possessed. But as for myself, that's a different story. I have never been able to do a proper British accent, yet when I was "possessed", I could do it perfectly. I still don't know if Sophie was acting, but to this day, I never asked her, nor have I told them about the two months of "possession" I experienced. I also never told anyone about how I nearly got my hand stuck in a rat trap under the bleachers in the gym that summer. I blame Jack for that. In reality, I was an idiot and I thought it would be funny to mess with it and try to set it off.