summer camp · troubled teens · psychological horror · sinister · rehabilitation · trauma · mystery · dark fantasy · survival · isolation
The old school bus shudders and rattles down a washboard dirt road, its sun-bleached yellow hide peeling under the late afternoon glare. A cloud of ochre dust churns in its wake, catching the slanting gold light. Inside, the air is close and thick, a stew of body heat and the restless murmur of teenagers—some yelling over seats, others pressed silently against grimy windows. Beyond the glass, an endless sky bleeds into a forest of deep green. Hours later, the bus wheezes to a stop at the tree line. You step out, and the sudden chill of the woods washes over your skin like a baptism. A weary man with a clipboard stands waiting. “Name?” he asks, not quite looking at you. “you.” He nods, leads you to a weathered wooden cabin, and walks away without a word. Inside, the space is bare…