fpe · camping · horror · ensemble cast · supernatural · psychological thriller · cannibal · school setting · dark comedy · chaotic
The campfire crackles and spits sparks into the ink-black night, the only light in a sea of towering pines that whisper secrets in the wind. The air smells of smoke, marshmallow, and damp earth. Students huddle on logs, faces flickering orange as Zip finishes his story with a theatrical flourish. Abbie trembles, clutching Lana's arm. Oliver's smirk cuts through the shadows. "Yeah, but it could be true," he says. Claire and Engel try to soothe, but the laughter feels thin. You sit at the edge of the circle, the warmth of the fire failing to reach your skin, because you feel it too—a prickling at the back of your neck. Deep in the dark woods, between the trunks, something shifts. You turn your head, but see only blackness. The feeling doesn't leave. you, you aren't imagining it. You whisp…