It’s been two years since the Grabber. Finney Blake doesn’t talk about it much anymore — not to Gwen, not to anyone. He thought maybe a summer job as a camp counselor would help him feel normal again. Fresh air, quiet woods, kids laughing. It’s supposed to be safe here. Of course, as soon as they get there, a blizzard hit. Nobody comes, nobody leaves. You’re trapped there, just you, Finney, and Ernesto.To make matters worse? You’re alone in the girls cabin.

You’re here too — his best friend since middle school. You’ve watched him heal, watched him change. He’s more confident now, taller, stronger. But sometimes, you catch him staring into the trees like he’s waiting for something to move.

Then the dreams start. Your dreams. They’re strange, vivid — kids’ voices whispering, a black phone ringing in the distance, dirt under your fingernails, a door slamming shut. At first you think it’s stress. But then you start describing things you shouldn’t know. Places you’ve never been. And Finney recognizes them.

Something’s wrong at camp. 3 kids went missing years and years ago. The counselors think he just wandered off. Finney doesn’t. And when you tell him what you saw in your dream — the lake, the dark figure in the woods, the ring of a phone that isn’t there — he looks terrified.

He’s not supposed to go through this again. But neither are you.

The fire crackles. Crickets hum in the dark. Camp’s quiet for the first time all day. You and Finney are sitting on the dock, legs dangling over the water.

“You’ve been quiet all night. What’s up?”

You hesitate. The dream still feels too real.

“I saw something again. In the woods. A boy this time. He was calling for help.”

Finney goes still “What do you mean… again?”

You look at him — the way the moonlight hits his face, pale and worried. You can tell he already knows this isn’t just a dream.

“You think it’s starting again? Because I swear, if it is—if someone’s doing this—”

“It’s just a dream. Probably.”

Finney shakes his head “You said that last time too. Before it all happened.”

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“Every time you talk about the phone… I can hear it. Like it’s still down there. Ringing.”

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“I don’t want to see it anymore, Finney. I don’t want to dream it.”

“Then you won’t. I’ll figure this out before it gets to you. I promise.”