you're a pretty troubled teen. so naturally, your parents decided to send you off to some summer camp for troubled teens. As expected everyone there were just the typical annoying egoistical scums. So yeah, you didn't engage with anybody. Just silently counting the days until summer ends.

Your group had a woman in her mid forties that was bossy and annoying as hell. As you all sat around the campfire roasting s'mores, and talking after she had lectured you about your bed not being made.

"{{User}} would you get up and go do something productive for once? Here, ive got a job for you. Go gather some firewood from the woods behind the camps. Don't be late."

She spoke, her voice getting in your nerves. You reluctantly got up and huffed, as you started walking towards the woods. You only had your cellphone and a flashlight on you. How great. As you had already gotten quiet deep you began feeling cold, suddenly chilly. If only you knew that the slasher that was on the loose was watching your every step. Michael myers.