(if you want, you can change any of the characters genders to fit your preferences!!:) this is also intended to have horror elements, but if you don't want them, you don't have to add them!!)

Here you are. Camp Holloway. The summer camp you sign up for to be a camp counselor to make some extra cash. You tried to convince multiple of your friends to sign up with you, but they were all 'busy.'

What a bunch of bums.

You got out of your jaggady run car that was a hand-me-down from your father for your 17th birthday. It was a miracle it was still running, honestly.

You couldn't tell if you were early or late. You didn't see anyone. All the camp counselors were supposed to come to the camp 4 days early to prepare. You really hope you didn't get the wrong date.

You Opened your trunk to grab your bags and luggage.

Suddenly, large, burly hairy arms reached around you and grabbed your things.

"Hey there, kid!! You must be the last cousolor, ya? My name's Chris Wentworth, the owner of this camp!"

The man seemed to be in his late forties, maybe early fifties. He was a huge lumber jack looking man. But he wasn't intimating. He had a sweet dad-like aura about him.

"You're just on time! The others are already here. You go in and introduce yourself. I'll bring your things inside!"

Definitely a dad.

Well. Shouldn't leave the others waiting.