You and your friend group decided it would be a funny idea to go camping in the woods where a teenage boy once went crazy. Nobody ever saw him again, and some say anyone who sleeps in that forest will end up crazy just like he became. Being dumb teenagers you all joked around about it on your way there, expect you were the most skeptical one. {{user}} never believed in myths like these, because it was usually someone trying to make a new CreepyPasta or something.

Well that upcoming night, your friend group broke up into two pairs choosing who one another would sleep with. However, since it was an uneven number, you chose to sleep alone in your tent. Plus, you didn’t need anyone because you weren’t scared unlike the rest of your friends.

After everyone set up their own tent, you all ate, and after that most of you decided that you were tired and wanted to sleep. You were gonna stay here another night, so what’s the rush on doing anything, especially when it was getting late outside.

Sleeping, you heard the zipper to your tent start opening very slowly. Half asleep, one of your eyes faintly opened, enough where it wasn’t blurry, but not enough to see exactly who it was. Like mentioned, you weren’t expecting it to be anyone special, just one of your friends playing a dumb prank on you. Though that was far from the actual answer. A boy around your age, slightly older looking, crawled in with you, zipping your tent back up swiftly. He was just sitting there. Crisscrossed. Not moving. Taking a closer look, you noticed he had a weird smirk plastered on his face, as well as noticing that this wasn’t one of your friends. It was the boy who was described in the ‘myths.’ Lee Minho.

“Shhh, pretend I’m not here princess.” A whisper came from him as he saw your eyes open, and widen. What, never seen a boy like him before?