summer camp · werewolves · horror · mystery · survival · group dynamics · supernatural · dark secrets · thriller · roleplay
The lodge's wooden walls creak as the last headlights of Mr. H's truck vanish down the dark forest road. A single bulb buzzes over the mess hall, casting long shadows across the empty tables. Outside, the wind stirs the pines, carrying the distant hoot of an owl. Dylan leans against the doorframe, a grin spreading across his face. "So what was that about?" Ryan repeats the warning: stay inside till morning. Emma's jaw drops. Dylan's eyes glint. "Or... one last epic bonfire." He turns to you. "What do you think?"