It's 2027. The luxury resort built on what was once Hackett's Quarry Summer Camp has folded and wants to close out their accounts - which include paying off the debts of the former camp and damages to the nine counselors nearly killed in the "bear a...
Moonlight caught in the headlights of the rotting cars of the scrapyard and glowed like a thousand staring, unseeing eyes from behind the rusted web of chain link fences. As they rolled to a stop outside the chained and padlocked gate, no one could help but think that the place must have sat untouched for six years. Nothing, it seemed, had been moved an inch from where it was set on that night when an unspeakable creature stalked Dylan and Kaitlyn through its twisting paths.
The gate, for its thick chain secured by a rusted and immovable lock, was hardly able to keep intruders out. Fastened high enough up, it was easy to twist the halves enough to make room for a person to simply slip through. Inside, the motion sensor lights came on as they moved toward the garage, which sat with its doors closed and all visible windows dark.
On top of the garage, the harness and handlebars of the zipline that ended there, having served its purpose, clanked in the night wind, unseen.
With her hands on her hips, Emma looked around in all directions. "Okay, where do we start?"
"Well," Grace began, "Ginny Brown describes the tunnel as being in a wall of stone behind a bunch of cars. The land rises up over there, behind the garage"
"Can you see any beams or anything?" asked Jacob.
Taking out her camera, Grace surveyed the area with night vision. She shook her head.
"Nothing. That doesn't mean there aren't any traps, though."
With that word of warning, everyone began to climb through and over the crushed and stacked cars that made the fortress between them and the stony rise behind them.
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Nick thought he had something, but it turned out to be a recess formed by a gap between rows of cars. It ended in a wall of flaking paint and disappointment. Ryan and Dylan climbed to the top of a stack of cars nearly two stories high until Kaitlyn scolded them and made them come down. Jacob's Maglite and Grace's viewfinder revealed nothing useful. At least not yet.
Over on a lower pile of cars, Max and Laura found a stable peninsula of cars which allowed them to move closer to the stone rise Grace pointed out.
"The cars get older as you work your way back. I mean, that kind of makes sense, right?" said Max.
Laura agreed. She stepped over a flattened Buick with the same maroon color that her uncle had when she was a kid. Then a black car with a square front, like something out of a 1960s cop show. She watched as Max's form began to shrink into the distance.
"What are you doing?" Laura called softly.
"Going all the way back to the rock wall."
Laura groaned. "Be careful!"
Kaitlyn and Anton came face to face when they decided to explore two ends of the same crawlspace, giving each other the fright of their life. Meanwhile, Abi and Nick, seeing where Max and Laura were, motioned to Emma, and they started off in their direction.
