𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 --≽ 10 summer camp counselors must survive two months and their last night at Hackett's Quarry summer camp amongst creepy kids, otherworldly creatures and vicious locals.
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝟓𝐓𝐇 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑
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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙
[(NAME), CAMP GROUNDS.]
ASK YOUR CAMPERS WHAT THEY HEARD, BEING KIND AND GENTLE
PATH CHOSEN
As a summer camp counselor, you always had your hands full with a group of enthusiastic and curious campers. You woke up, immediately softly patting the bed next to you, which was empty. You quickly got up, brushed your teeth and did your morning routine as you threw on some clothes and rushed downstairs. Thankfully, you hadn't missed anything, but you were awfully tired. Yesterday, you went with Dylan to the Radio Hut. You had heard strange noises coming from the direction of the broken down hut, which was located on the outskirts of the campsite, yet right in front of the Radio Hut. It was an old structure that looked like it had been ravaged by something big, like a bear.
When you stepped into the cabin, you notice that your campers are unusually quiet. You ask them how they slept last night, and they all look at each other before shrugging their shoulders. You feel as if something's off, so you sit down on a nearby bunk bed and motion for them to come closer.
"Good morning, campers," you said with a smile, trying to sound as calm as possible. "Did any of you hear anything strange last night? It's for, um.. the game we're going to be doing today!"
The campers looked at each other, unsure of what to say. You could see the wheels turning in their heads as they tried to remember if they had heard anything out of the ordinary.
"I heard a weird noise," one camper said, Bethany, timidly.
"Me too," another added, Amani. A troublemaker who usually made it extremely hard for you and Jacob, but today she was surprisingly quiet.
"What did it sound like?" you asked, trying to get more information.
"It sounded like a growling noise," Bethany replied, becoming more outspoken throughout the conversation. ''It reminded me of my puppy, hehe.''
"Yeah, and it sounded like something was scratching at the walls!" another added.
You listened to their stories, trying to figure out if they were telling the truth or if their imaginations were running wild. You knew that children's imaginations could be powerful, and sometimes they could see things that weren't there.
"Thank you for telling me," you said softly, smiling at them. ''Is there anything else I should know?'' you asked, awaiting their answer.
The kids looked at each other again, seeming reluctant to answer you. It was obvious they were keeping lots of things from you, some seeming more dangerous than others.
