Where did it all go so wrong, huh? Well, I would like to say the first message I sent, but it started earlier than that... not too much farther but, still some time ago.
Fwoosh...
It's finally Summer, and yet the atmosphere around this town couldn't be dimmer. For a place with so many students, I expected a larger celebration, it was supposed to be warmer around this time, no? Why was it still so damned cold? No use feeling sorry for myself, I just gotta get...
There. That's when it started. I can grasp it now, as soon as I ran into that person. As soon as that flyer fell from their hand. As soon as I saw the name of that place.
"Sorry, sorry! That was my bad, do you need some help?" I dusted myself off, a small fall onto the sidewalk wasn't a big deal.
"No, it's alright," it was a young boy, 16 is what I would guess. Young? Why was I thinking like I was that much older than him, he was only about 2 years below me? I waved as a sorry and picked up my fallen items, my driver's license, and bag. I read the details on the card again: My name is Jack Boyer, the splash artist for the town. As I put it in my pocket the empty smile on the photo seemed to stare back at me, no use dwelling on strange details like that. My life was just so plain I was picking up on everything I suppose. Then I turned to the side, the boy was.. a newspaper boy perhaps. He dropped one of his flyers, advertising a camp in the mountains. Spooky. But what would it hurt to pick it up? It seemed like an interesting way to pass Summer.
Rumble... rumble...
Fabulous, a thunderstorm now, huh? The day just can't get any worse... I folded up the flyer and put it into my pocket and ran down the street. My apartment here I come!
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Camp Calls
Mystery / ThrillerNow, let's see... Where did it all go wrong? Personally, I think it started with that first message. I should've never pursued something out of my skill set. Camping for over a month with complete strangers? Definitely should've seen the warning sig...
