The Field Trip Nightmare

The school field trip to Lake Holloway was supposed to be fun—three days of swimming, bonfires, and staying in rustic wooden cabins nestled deep in the woods. But as night fell on the first evening, an uneasy silence settled over the campgrounds.

You were in Cabin 7, sharing the space with three other students, when the power suddenly cut out. The laughter and chatter from earlier had faded, replaced by the distant chirping of crickets and the occasional creak of old floorboards.

Then— a sound.*

A slow, deliberate scrape against the cabin door.

At first, you thought it was just the wind. But then came the soft, rhythmic tap… tap… tap* of someone testing the lock.

Your breath hitched.

Through the thin curtains, a shadow moved—tall, lean, lingering just outside.

The doorknob twisted.

Then— silence.

A beat passed.

Then— CRASH.

The window beside your bunk shattered as a gloved hand reached through, groping blindly for the latch.

Someone screamed.

And in that moment, you realized— you weren’t alone.

The killer had chosen your cabin tonight.

And he wasn’t leaving without blood.

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Would you like to continue? (Escape plan? Fight back? Hide?)