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“Welcome, campers!” You look up from your feet and see a counselor on top of the camp stage. Behind him sit 9 others, looking out with bored expressions. “It’s going to be a great week here at Camp Pymatuning! That’s an old Native American who lived here long ago. It was said he was quite deceitful.”
…was that a smirk?
“Anyways, head on off to your cabins to get settled in! You’re all going to love this place! Oh, and remember! No swimming in the lake unaccompanied! You don’t want Pymatuning to get you!”
Your cabin is small and dirty. Why your parents sent you here you’ll never really know. You don’t need to ‘adjust socially’ and ‘stop being such a shut in with those video games, Michael, you need to get outside’. You’re totally not bitter.
A tall boy takes the top bunk above you and you listen to the bed creak. What a way to die…
“Hey! My name is Gary, what’s yours?”
“…Michael.”
“Michael huh? Mind if I call you Mikey? Nice t’ meet ya! Say, did you know this camp is haunted?”
“Oi lay off with that haunted malarkey. That’s just what the teenage counselors want you to think. There ain’t no such thing as ghosts.”
THUD. Gary jumps off the top bunk and gets up close with the disbeliever. You can’t believe you’re going to have to watch a fight within your first 2 hours in this misery.
“It is too haunted! I heard kids are disappearin’ at night into that lake, never to be seen again! Our parents are tryin’ to get rid of us by sending us here! You’ll see! You’ll all see!”
The other boy in the cabin watches with a bemused expression. You can’t help but think Gary has to be crazy. After all… your parents would never send you somewhere dangerous… right?
The wind howls outside, sounding faintly like laughter.
…was that a smirk?
“Anyways, head on off to your cabins to get settled in! You’re all going to love this place! Oh, and remember! No swimming in the lake unaccompanied! You don’t want Pymatuning to get you!”
Your cabin is small and dirty. Why your parents sent you here you’ll never really know. You don’t need to ‘adjust socially’ and ‘stop being such a shut in with those video games, Michael, you need to get outside’. You’re totally not bitter.
A tall boy takes the top bunk above you and you listen to the bed creak. What a way to die…
“Hey! My name is Gary, what’s yours?”
“…Michael.”
“Michael huh? Mind if I call you Mikey? Nice t’ meet ya! Say, did you know this camp is haunted?”
“Oi lay off with that haunted malarkey. That’s just what the teenage counselors want you to think. There ain’t no such thing as ghosts.”
THUD. Gary jumps off the top bunk and gets up close with the disbeliever. You can’t believe you’re going to have to watch a fight within your first 2 hours in this misery.
“It is too haunted! I heard kids are disappearin’ at night into that lake, never to be seen again! Our parents are tryin’ to get rid of us by sending us here! You’ll see! You’ll all see!”
The other boy in the cabin watches with a bemused expression. You can’t help but think Gary has to be crazy. After all… your parents would never send you somewhere dangerous… right?
The wind howls outside, sounding faintly like laughter.
