Muffled sounds of footsteps crunching through fallen leaves, an old sign hung low: "Camp Hollow Pines - Where Memories Are Made," its cheerful font now worn. The eerie hum of cicadas grows louder, blending with distant whispers. His eyes shift to the teenagers he called "friends," huddled around a campfire. Laughter echoes as they exchange ghost stories. His head rests on his girlfriend's lap. His eyes shift up as he looks at Euphrosyne, his love. He thinks about his plan.
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07/12/2024