A blood curdling scream pierced the silence as the ground rumbled beneath their feet, a dark figure rose from the water and lunged at them. Their vision went black.

Your friend, Eli, narrated and leaned back on the log as the fire of the campfire went out. You and your friends had been planning on visiting the abandoned campsite where the drowned ghost lurked.

Once the time hit 3 A.M., you and your friends decided to spread out and search the woods for anything paranormal.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured from behind. It was the ghost. A shiver ran down your spine as you tightly gripped the shoulder straps of your backpack without realizing it.