CAMP 417

No one remembers how they found the abandoned Camp. It doesn't exist on any map. There's no signal. No way out. But the cabins are ready. Seven beds. Seven names already carved into the wood.

Every night at 4:17 AM, something changes.

A door opens. A shadow moves. A name disappears. But in the morning, everything feels... normal. Except for one thing:

The number is always still 7. Something in the camp is watching. Waiting. And it already knows who's next.