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DIARY OF ANDREA BIRCH: ENTRY ONE

Diary Of Andrea Birch: Entry One

June 9th, 1987

Dear diary,

It's been nearly a week since camp started, since I've started my last year as counsellor. It's been nice, being back here, being with the kids. I love making activities for them, to announce them on the radio with Dylan, and spending the summer with my best friend before we focus on college. This has really been the best, to have this summer with Peggy before we go our separate ways. I'm sure we'll always stay in contact, but I'm going to enjoy each moment of this summer with my best friend as I can get.

And speaking of Dylan... it's nice to see him again, to do the announcements together and spend time together when we can, to sneak out into the woods and make out. Just a casual summer fling. Though I think he likes me, though, more than just a fling and I'm sure he wants to properly ask me out on the 4th of July, but he still doesn't want to label what we have, and neither do I. I enjoy how it is, and he's nice. So nice, and a good kisser. He's been one of the best parts this summer.

It's been such an amazing summer so far.

And yet...

And yet, I haven't been able to truly enjoy being here, not like the other times. I feel... there is something, in the woods. Watching us. Watching me. I don't know what it is, if all those ghost stories are true, and it's not like I can ask anyone—I know Peggy or some of the other counsellors would say I'm imaging things. I know because the only one I've told is Dylan, and he doesn't believe me. But I know I'm not imagining it. I know.

And I keep thinking of the disappearances, the counsellors and campers who broke the rules but rumour has they came back looking haunted, like they saw something in the woods, and the ones who never came back from the woods, like they simply... vanished. And the rules... why do we have such strict rules for a summer camp? Maybe it's for bears and wolves, but I don't think that's the reason—the real reason. I think there's another reason for the rules, and it was something to do with the woods, with what those campers and counsellors who came back and those who didn't—especially the ones who didn't. With what's watching us. But that's the question, the question Dylan and I are going to answer together. Even if he doesn't believe me, he's agreed to help, to help me in figuring out the answer to that question, the question I'm going to answer even if it kills me.

What lies in the woods of Camp Ravenwood?