The camp is located in the middle of the forest. It’s thick and easy to get lost in. Almost too easy.
The sloppy joes are delicious, even with the palatable taste of metal.
A girl named Erin left her cabin last night and has disappeared. No one is looking for her, no one even remembers her. But she existed. You saw her. She existed.
Everyone gathers around the campfire and sing songs well into the night. It’s not until the second to last song that you realize that they are chants. Are you summoning something, or are you banishing?
The councilors have a list of fun activities for you: archery, woodwork, sports, rune carving, incense making, even one on how to speak this archaic language no one’s heard of before.
One night you wake to the sound of something clumsily dancing on the roof. It’s unnatural, unnerving, and it doesn’t stop. You tell the councilors the next day. Their faces twist into grimaces and say that you were probably dreaming. You were wide awake the whole time.
The lake is off limits; no one is allowed to swim there. One boy throws caution to the wind and does so anyway. He holds his breath and ducks down, and is never seen again
There’s a camp garden that everyone helps out with. There are fruits, veggies, and this strange looking flower that likes to smell you back.
Years later you decided to look up more information about that camp. Hours of research prove fruitless and you find, much to your growing unease, there’s no record of it ever existing.
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