Camp Lashode was something special. Something different. And even though there was a murder there, it was part of my family history and it definitely wouldn't keep me, Clarie, from visiting it for the first time. Bringing along my boyfriend, best friend, and her fiancé, we drove off into the seemingly endless Montana mountains. From there, we didn't know of what was to happen. From there we merely thought we were walking ourselves into my grandparents 1995, shut down camp. Where memories were made even if only for one summer. But it was much more than that, for we were walking ourselves into something no one could keep us safe from. Something that not even our wildest nightmares could dream up. Something called Camp Lashode.