Hi there, my name is Lilith, Lilith Phantom. I'm your average 13 year old girl, with social anxiety so bad that if anyone tries to talk to me I'll snap at them. But most kids now are like that.
And what did my wonderful, loving parents do?
They sent me to a summer camp for mental-case kids that are messed up in the head.
Let me make one thing clear, just because I have social anxiety doesn't mean that I'm mental.
At least not yet.
The camp was all the way in Port Spirit, a place I have never heard of until now. The place was called Camp Spirit, now isn't that a fantastic name for a summer camp?
It was an island 7 hours away from my home in California.
7 hours of torture, plus two months.
As I was getting onto the boat taking me to Camp Spirit, my mother called after me.
"I'm sure you'll make lots of friends."
Mother dear, I'm 13, and I still have made no friends. What makes you think that I can make friends in two months?
Still, I replied back;
"I'm sure I will!"
I'm going to have one heck of a time this summer, won't I?
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Haunted
Short StoryFollow Lilith, Melanie, Raven, Luna and Dawn as they stay at Camp Spirit, a summer camp for mental-case kids in the fictional island of Port Spirit. Is this just an innocent summer camp, or it holding a secret? Or a murderer?
