You rustle through the leaves, the wind blows . . "shh, shh." as if it's whispering to you.. The killer is loose and out, your camp might be gone soon. Jade: Hiding in the bushes, quietly crafting a knife Jona: PEEKABOO MF KILLER! Kim: be quiet?! We don't wanna die... Kenneth: where's the camp leader... I thought this was gonna be friendly and fun.. You hear a screaming noise, check it out or not?