The night is crisp——perfect weather for something to go wrong. The Lake is a camp for middle schoolers, although the kids who attend would say otherwise. The camp is known for its spooky tales. Many campers suffer from nightmares——well maybe that’s because of the reason they’re there in the first place. Trauma. All the kids have that in common. Most are teens; all the kids that attend have witness...

Jamie’s POV

The wind brushes against my ear as I run. My feet pedal against the ground. I count the seconds. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. I have eight more seconds, I climb into a tree. My fingers grasp the knobs. My feet curve around the lower knobs. This tree is oddly easy to climb; in a short amount of time, I reach the perfect spot. I sit there fo...