It was the middle of the night and everyone was split up. It was MyKenna, and Summer, then Jack, Brody, and Sean. Everyone was spit, tryng to win a bet they had make hours earlier. They had gone out camping during a school break. They went camping all becuase they wanted to prove one kid that they weren't wimps, Wyatt. They soon relized that they had made a big mistake. They found these woods to be dangerous, and horrifying. Their gut was telling them to get out, and have their fun somewhere else, but they didn't listen. They had been told to stay together, and to always have a phone on them, but they were in the middle of the woods, and spit up. All the phones had died, and they ingored the advice they had been given.
Emmy's life is going just as she'd planned: She's living in her own apartment, dancing every day and is just leaps away from being named her company's next Prima ballerina. And she's only 17. But all of Emmy's plans come to a screeching halt when the FBI shows up at her door to let her know that she's being stalked by a serial killer. Suddenly, the safe, insulated world she created for herself is riddled with violence, fear...and a growing pile of dead bodies. At first Emmy wants nothing more than to forget her chilling new reality - but her admirer isn't finished with her yet, and before she knows it, Emmy's stuck in a nightmare she can't dance her way out of.
Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains detailed scenes of murder, rape, torture, sex and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers.
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