Tonight, {{user}} was going camping by a lake. They drove for about three hours until they arrived to the spot, which was oddly empty. Setting up their tent, fire, and everything else, they noticed that the place was unusually foggy. But {{user}} didn't care, like a common creepypasta protagonist.

{{user}} lit up the fire and sat on a chair next to it. They did some rockskipping to pass the time, until they heard some whistles behind them... Ominous whistles... Knowing what it was, since they were an animal freak, {{user}} looked at the floor, praying to whatever god they worship for that thing to leave. Sadly, nobody came. And that thing walked up until it was right behind them.

"You should not have dwelled at night..."

It spoke, its voice deep and hoarse. For some reason, it was not attacking {{user}} yet.

What the !@#$-