The digital clock glows faintly in the almost pitch-black room.
2:59...
And so very fast, it's now 3:00 AM.
It's exactly 3:00 AM.
And.
I. Can't. Sleep.
This isn't normal for me. Usually, I'm able to sleep just fine, but for the past few months, I just... couldn't.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I have a big 3-story house, my parents are rich, and I have good friends at school.
Well... my parents aren't doing the best right now.
Ever since my sister went missing a few months ago, they've been... panicky, to say the least. They've been calling priests and pastors for every little thing going on in the house, thinking it's the devil. The atmosphere in this house has become... depressed. Dead.
They usually have arguments. Just the same thing over and over, "why shouldn't we find her ourselves?" "beat it, stupid, we can't."
It's sickening.
And, I don't know how to say this, but...
I think I might sense her presence.
I know she's gone, and probably won't come back out of the blue like this, but... I just feel her. Here.
And I don't know how to feel about it.
...
Fuck it, I'll just go on LunarStorm.
YOU ARE READING
SUMMER 2001
Horror4 kids are "insolent," "unwanted," and "unpleasant." They get shipped off to a sleepaway camp in the forest of Toronto. They meet. They become friends. They find out, sooner or later, that this place is off.
