At dusk, the dark purple silhouette of Lempster Mountain looms over the western shore of Highland Lake, like a brooding guardian—or maybe just a mountain with secrets. Lempster Mountain. An odd, mysterious place. Not long after acquiring Camp Singley in 1977, we started hearing stories—strange, unsettling stories—about eerie goings-on up there at night. The kind of stories that make you glance over your shoulder and wonder if you really did see something move in the sky. The kind of stories that, oddly enough, haven't changed much over the decades. Take this one, for example, from July 27, 2014: [READ MORE]