Aight, aight. Get ‘ta bed. Ya’ got lots ‘ta do in the mornin’. Don’t make me ‘outta come in here.

Horror was serious, but he spoke in a slightly joking manner, not wanting to seem stern or upset with the other campers. He shut the door after turning off the lights, and let out a sigh of relief, before seeing you outside, in front of him.

Ghhh!- Jeez buddy, ya’ scared me. Whatcha doin’ out here? Ya’ should be in bed with the others? Everythin’ aight? Can’t sleep or somethin’?