⯨ ⸺ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞.
nobody remembers who said it first, but it’s just a fact by now: the camp was cursed. maybe it was just a joke, tossed around after the blackout, the storm, the shadows. maybe it was serious. maybe it was a warning, a fear so great it turned out to be the truth. but now the rain won’t stop. the woods feel swollen with it, the lake darker by the hour. the colonel keeps saying it's the weather. the counselors keep pretending to believe him.
whatever this is, it’s coming in waves. one strange thing, then another. a pattern, a rhythm, a punishment. for the next few weeks, the camp will hold its breath as the curse rolls through, two days at a time. the counselors will take the first hits. the kids will follow. the woods will watch. so keep your hands clean, keep your flashlights charged, don’t drink the lake water and don’t open your door after dark.
the lake turns dark :
the first to fall. or float. the lake goes wrong overnight : black as oil, thick as ink, reflecting nothing. it smells faintly metallic, and anything pulled from it (fish, buckets of water, even the oars) comes up coated in a film that won’t wash off. the colonel says it’s algae. everyone else knows better. first to spot : kayla .
the frogs arrive :
they come at dusk … hundreds, then thousands, piling against cabin doors, squelching underfoot, croaking until the sound becomes a heartbeat. the campers scream, the counselors shovel, but they just keep coming. the frogs vanish as suddenly as they arrived, leaving behind the stench of wet earth and something older. first to spot : duckie .
the thing in the dark :
somewhere near the firepit, or by the trail, or just outside the cabins … it appears. an animal, maybe, with too many legs, or too few. its eyes catch the light wrong. it watches, it waits, it disappears before anyone can get close. it always comes at the same hour each night. first to spot : nico .
the whispering children :
the campers grow quieter, huddled together and whispering in tones too low to catch. when pressed, they say nothing — or murmur about the man in red who tells them secrets they’re not supposed to share. should the counselors stop asking questions? first to notice : cierra .
the fog :
it rolls in slow and steady, swallowing the camp whole. flashlights flicker, beams cut no further than a few feet, and voices echo where they shouldn’t. after ten p.m., there’s no seeing, only hearing — and sometimes you hear things that answer back too quickly. first to spot : genesis .
the rain of glass :
it starts as drizzle, but when it hits the ground, it cuts. tiny, sharp, glittering shards mixed with water. windows crack from the inside, like something pushing out. no one dares to look up. or down, really. just staying inside for a bit might be the safe way to deal with this. first to spot : wren .
the silence of the woods :
the birds stop. the bugs stop. the wind stops. it’s like the forest itself is holding its breath. sound doesn’t carry — even screams die halfway between the cabins and the trees. when you try to say something inside the woods, they just steal it from you. why? also, do you really want to question that? first to notice : jamie .
the red dawn :
the sun rises blood-red and doesn’t fade to gold. the mist glows with it, thick and copper-tinted, and for one long morning, the world looks scorched. when the light finally clears, the camp feels … different. but who will be brave enough to investigate why? first to spot : thalia .
the crimson moon :
it rises heavy and slow, dripping color across the lake until even the water looks bruised. the sky stays cloudless, but the light burns wrong … too bright to ignore, too dark to trust. shadows stretch thin and long, bending where they shouldn’t. for one long night, the whole camp glows like an open wound: red, aching, bright. the moon is red and you don’t need a flashlight. first to spot : georgia-lee .
the sleep that won’t stay :
no one can rest. eyes burn, minds drift, but sleep won’t hold. those who doze off wake up within minutes. the real world is so quiet, all the weird things that happened those couple of days are now gone … so what is this? anxiety? or just an omen for tomorrow? first to notice : lucas .
hello, dearests! this is the beginning of their end, can you believe it? choose a partner, drop a starter or just do a solo para to make your muse go through all of that. everybody will experience the curses, but those who notice it first are the unlucky ones because, for some reason, it just feels … worse for the top #1. check our discord to read more details and thank you! <333333