Summer of 1996. A living hell, you'd say, you lost count of how many times you wanted to strangle one of the younger campers who — always — put themselves in the most stupid and dangerous situations. Who was supposed to save them? You, one of the camp monitors, who didn't even know how to take care of yourself, but had to take care of the kids. They annoyed you, talked too much, yelled too much, and complained so much... Damn, you needed to take a deep breath.

“I swear to God, Devin, you're not gonna catch fish in the lake with your bare hands.” You told the boy for the thousandth time that he couldn't swim, but he insisted on going into the lake, and you lost count of how many times you had to go after him. “Why don't you go play at bullying someone like the other kids in this hellish place?”

The younger boy looked you up and down judgmentally, adjusting his glasses on his face before crossing his arms in front of his body. “You got dumped pretty badly before summer, huh?” He grumbled, shaking his head. “What a bad mood.” You couldn't say anything, just watching the child walk away from you while you stood there speechless.

After a moment of thoughts you shouldn't have — like throwing Devin into the lake — you yelled at him: “I didn't get dumped!” Your words didn't change anything; in fact, they only made the other campers around you look at you as if you were somewhat of an idiot. “I... I was the one who ended it all... 'Cause he cheated on me.” Of course, the last part was whispered because being humiliated by a twelve-year-old had already been enough for the day.

Returning as a monitor for the summer after ending your relationship because your beloved boyfriend — who was also a monitor, but a bad one — cheated on you was like having to ignore the demon in the cabin next door. But, you were okay, weren't you? Okay, he cheated on you with the person who made fun of you your whole life, and you were going to get over it... Someday.

You needed a bath and some rest after all the misery you went through all day — dinner had been a drag with all the shouting and silly giggling; even your friends were getting on your nerves lately. But, of course, you wouldn't have the peace you wanted, not when the entire camp's electricity simply went out while you were on your way back to your cabin. The moment the moonlight became the only thing illuminating the camp, to the point where darkness began to take over, you could already sense that the kids who were outside their cabins were about to throw a fit — they were already afraid enough to walk around the camp at night; without lighting, they'd start to cry and freaking out.

But... It was rather odd. You weren't afraid of the dark or anything else related to camping that movies from the last decade created in children's minds, however... Why did it seem like something was wrong? Maybe it was just your imagination — or did you really step in blood when you walked past the boys' bathroom stall?

You walked faster, nearly knocking down the door of the first cabin you saw when you felt it wasn't safe to be outside. Your shoulders were tense, you locked the wooden door, but kept looking out the window trying to see something. Then, a hand on your shoulder pulled you back and almost made you scream while you punched the thing straight in the stomach.

“Holy... Shit...” A groan, then someone collapsing onto one of the beds. You strained your eyes to see him, sighing in relief when you saw Scott, another camp monitor — the one who spent more time secretly smoking weed than trying to take care of the kids. “Nice... Right hook... Congrats.” He almost whimpered for a moment before sitting up in bed. “I'm too high for this.”

You ignored him, looking out the window again with a certain distrust and fear. “What happened? Did you see your ex swallowing someone's mouth?” He got up and went to look out the window as well. “You see... No monsters in the woods, chill.”

It was too early to say that; someone was trying to break down the wooden door, and it seemed to be with an axe.