Something bad happened here. I don't know what it is yet. They're not telling us. Come get me. I think the camp people may call you about it. Just in case, I am writing this letter. Please. I am scared.
Summer camps should be filled with excitement, first times, and so much more positivity then this camp ever felt. Peyton Rawls was only a child that summer when Rebecca was savegly beaten and stuffed down a pit toilet. Only a child when two teenage boys also were beaten and then drowned in the lake by the maintainence man; Jacob Joiner. As his summer of fun was cut short by discovering Rebecca still alive but barely, Peyton has been determined to bring joy back into this abandoned camp. Along with his twenty two year old daughter Sandra, they've worked tiredly through the cleaning, repairs, and the first four weeks of summer camp for dozens of children. Hiring along six counselors; Amy, Natalie, Mark, Emily, Pete and Josh, they each experienced u explainable sightings and laughter, her they never could predict how deadly this night will become. Seeing a man in green overalls wandering the trails by the lake, it didn't take long for Sandra to shift her thoughts from a living stalker to something paranormal. With her father refusing to open up about the tragedy that unfolded here, she's left running the camp and trying to put aside everything else.
“It was kids laughing,” Lester put in. “But not, like, in a good way.” Carl nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah,” he said. “And it sounded like they were right there in the room with us, but when we looked, no one besides us was in there. It made me go cold all over.”
Finally the fifth and final week would begin and with it brought the teenagers, something nobody truly looked forward to. During the summer bash celebration, Josh would have a creeping phamton snatch him off of the dock and drag him beneath the water. Desperate to save him, Sandra would dive in and come face to face with a mutilated boy who trapped her friend by seaweed. As she witnessed his final breath, it was her turn to be habked down but luckily her father would jump in and pull her to safety. In her absence from the lifeguard post, Natalie took the seat and would face an awful death. With the support beams cut weeks prior, the teenage ghosts would push her over and leave her fatally impaled through the chest. Running blindingly mad being cornered each way, they're forced to leave the main trial and run to the dilapidated cabin located further away. With eighty campers and themselves taking shelter, Pete would be drug through the window before being killed. Knowing time isn't on their side, they would keep running until the deceased maintence man would hunt the boys down instead.
I stopped when I saw the doll. It was a hideous little thing. The figure was ratty and bedraggled. But for some reason, I was drawn to it. While they dealt with Noah, I glided toward the doll. I stopped, leaned forward, and studied it closely. One of its eyes was closed while the other was open. It looked like a child had taken play scissors to the hair and cut an uneven mess. Its dress was dirty and stained. And the thing smelled bad, too.
Reading a letter of confessions from the man who committed these horrible crimes, she learned the two troubled teenagers took revenge and killed his daughter. Forcing his hand for revenge, he beat them before drowning them and then finished by stuffing their own bodies down into the pit toilets like they did his daughter. Knowing nobody would ever see passed this, he hung himself and forever trapped his spirit to this camp. As Sandra forced her father to confess all the nightmares he's housed, they know they need to close this camp, but unfortunately her father would be killed before that. Held down by one of the phamton teens, he had his throat slit with broken glass as his child watched on in horror. Refusing to ever open this terror to the public, she's making the plans to demolish the buildings and cabins and leave an empty plot of land instead.
His skin was pale with a blue tinge. Purple veins stood out on his arms and face. A section of flesh was missing from his cheek, showing bone beneath. The wounded edges of flesh surrounding the exposed bone were angry red and ragged. Wet black hair plastered to his scalp. And just below his brow, two piercing yellow eyes that I swore glowed with menace peered out like searchlights. The boy paused long enough to lock eyes with me. His eyes widened in hellish delight as a wicked grin stretched his face. My heart seemed to stop beating, anticipating whatever horrid thing the specter had in mind. I shoved the whistle in my mouth, intending to warn Josh with it. There was no time for that. The ghostly form grabbed Josh by the ankles and yanked his legs out from under him. Josh's face hit the dock and bounced. Even over the pumping music, I could hear his nose crack with a sickening crunch.