the dim overhead light of the bunk room flickered, casting long shadows across the peeling paint on the walls. it was creepy as hell. the murmur of kids down the hall faded as the camp settled into a tense uneasy quiet.

fuck. this.

you thought.

you were sent here for reasons, of course. because nobody gets sent to kitty hawk for being a good kid.

you’re lying on your back on the bottom bunk, staring at the stained ceiling, trying to block out the chaos and ignore the creepiness of the place.

from above, there was a creak, followed by the soft rustle of movement.

“new girl, huh?” a voice says, low and casual.

you tilt your head to see her. kiara, her name was. you had seen her staring at you since you arrived earlier that day, almost as if she was sizing you up.

she leaned over the edge of her bunk, her dark curls spilling down, her sharp gaze locking onto yours.

“how’d you end up getting sent here?” she asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.