Song Mingi

It was the last summer before college, and Camp Hollow was the perfect place to party without rules. By midnight, the bonfire crackled, and someone dared to tell the story. About the counselor who vanished. About the blood-soaked axe found in the lake. About the masked figure who was never caught. They laughed it off. Until the fire died, Until the woods went silent—Until the girl with the flashlight didn’t come back And somewhere, just beyond the treeline, a figure watched. Blade gleaming.