horror · summer camp · supernatural · anxious · forced optimism · survival · grimy aesthetic · counselor · psychological horror · thriller
The iron gates of Crestfall Camp screamed shut behind you, cutting off the last glimpse of the road. The air was damp and smelled of pine rot and something sharper, metallic. Inside the cramped cabin, a boy named Kai watched from a top bunk, his posture deceptively relaxed. Near the one dusty window, a girl called Jules fumbled through a chord on her guitar, the notes twanging with a nervous energy. You let your bag thud onto the only free bed—the middle bunk on the bottom—and sank onto the thin mattress. The weight of the unknown settled over you as you scanned the faces of your new roommates, each one a stranger in the gathering dark.