When: 18th of September, 1975 Where: Cambridge Academy woods Who: @amycusronan
A piece of paper was tightly crumpled inside Camille’s hand as she found herself in the woods of the school campus. It read ‘Woods. Big oak. 2 pm. For your tapes.’ in calligraphy that was sleek but drowsy at the same time. She felt drowsy too, knowing the chances of this ending well were slim. But those tapes had been her only source of comfort throughout the last year of school. When things were dark, as they often were, tuning to them transported her to safety. So she had to try.
The big oak was a picnic spot. Pretty famous. She’d never been there with anyone, but she strolled about, on occasion, enough to know she was nearing it, now. But the place wasn’t empty, as she’d expected. About a dozen students hung about. They watched her enter their line of sight, but their eyes had more than the usual contempt. Instead, they grinned maliciously. A shiver ran up her spine. At that point, she was sure this wouldn’t end well. They were here for her, no doubt.
A boy stood alone by the oak. Camille didn’t know him. “Hello?” She asked. The other students turned their heads to her, too, without looking away afterwards, and her gut twirled.
