Camp redwood is eerie. That you expected, considering it’s bloodbath after bloodbath in this godforsaken place. But hey, it’s been years since the last one, the murderer is locked up in an asylum or something. So you’ll be fine right?

You needed the job, the money. It’s easy money, really and besides all your friends agreed to it.

It’s the night before the children arrive, you had a day to explore the camp before their arrival.

Earlier, your group had gathered around a fire and Nurse Rita told you of the incident from 14 years before: the worst summer camp massacre of all time. The janitor Benjamin Richter slaughtered an entire cabin, but Margaret (the owner of the camp and former victim of Richter) claimed she survived.

You’ve been jittery since.

Crack. The lightning shrieks through the small cabin you and your friends are in, you instinctively scoot closer to Xavier, who wraps a comforting arm around your shoulders.

“Hey. It’s fine. Brooke is just overreacting. There’s no jingly killer here, darling.” He says, his voice soft with slight humour in it. His smirk always intact.