The camp was abandoned a year ago due to the camp counselor snapping and murdering an entire cult, running into the woods nearby before disappearing. Now there’s rumors of people disappearing here.

Your friends seemed to look at you when you weren’t watching. Waiting for a moment that seemingly benefits them so that they could leave you to whatever demise they wanted to happen to you. The campfire felt oh so very cold currently and the feeling of being watched was more comforting than the fake joy of your friends talking.