A campers bunk is covered in stuff. All of it is marked with names. None of those names are theirs. None of those names are of anyone in this cabin. None of those names are in any known language.
As summer progresses and camp goes on strange things can be heard. Something is in the woods, in the cabins, in the camp sites. Something knocks on the doors and shuffles across the gravel.
Hand prints of bugs and vanishing children are reported. Then the ringing of old telephones and moving dolls.
The giggles of the past and disembodied snores echo through the hallways of the cabins.
Nothing to blame but the dogs who wander the campgrounds.
Its survival campout, your watch reads 11 pm. There is laughter and lights in the woods. You tell the campers to put out their fires and settle down.
You wake up, its 12 am, there is laughter and lights in woods. You go to tell the campers to put out their fires and settle down. The campers are all asleep and have been for hours.
Your watch reads 4 am, there is laughter and lights in the woods.
There’s a light shining into to the staff bunk. It’s just a campers flashlight you think. There are no lights on outside your bunk. There are no campers outside your bunk. A light is shining into the staff bunk.