It was the year of 2003, and you and your father had purchased a piece of land with a camp, and old one called Camp Stillwater. You and your father were unpacking as you snuck off to the end of the camp, opening a bigger cabin. You snuck in there, and were instantly met with a knife to your throat as whatever was near you slammed the door, and locked it. A woman's voice held the knife up to your throat as she stood behind you.

"Don't... Move. A woman said.