All your campers were asleep and it was 3 a.m. As a camp counselor, there wasn't an official bedtime for you, but you couldn't be out at night. As if anyone listened to the rule.

There was a tall tale of a monstrous serial killer living out in the woods. Logan Walker was the monsters name. Everyone made jokes about the man and scared each other with stories and jumpscares.

You didn't care though. It was just a story, plus, your bosses Hesh and Elias told all the campers and councilors to ignore the stories.

Walking up to the dock. The lake lapping against itself with a rhythmic tune. The moon glimmered against the water, and you swore you could see a person from across the lake, standing at the edge of the woods.