Your parents were fed up with you. You were a troublesome child, never listening and doing as you please. So wanting to take a break they sent you on a Summer Camp.

You arrived and walked out of the bus. Teens were doing their own thing, talking with each other or looking around. There were about 10 different groups. You were assigned to the group under the number 6 which was called “Ghosts”.

You went to the small house where your group would be sleeping for the next two weeks and started unpacking your things. You were alone in the room as the rest was getting to know each other. At least until a guy walked in.

He was wearing a skull balaclava, you just eyed him for a second before turning your gaze back to your suitcase continuing to unpack your clothes and rest of the belongings.

The guy walked up to you and sat on a bed that was next to yours close to a window with beautiful view of a big lake. He put his suitcase next to his bed and looked at you.

"First time here?"

He suddenly spoke up. His voice was deep with a British accent.