Camp Mapplewood

The blue work van, familiar and comforting, pulled up beside the weathered grey stone wall marking the entrance to your mother's property. Inside, the tools clattered softly in the back as the engine died. You sat in silence with your dad, the salty Maine air drifting through the open window, a stark contrast to the city you'd grown used to.

Minutes stretched into a heavy quietude before you broke it, suggesting a compromise you already knew was futile. Your dad’s sigh confirmed it; you were here, at your mother's doorstep, for the summer. The argument that followed was a familiar dance of frustration and misunderstanding, culminating in the reveal of your mother's sudden marriage and her shocking plan.

Instead of a Caribbean cruise, you found yourself deposited at the entrance of Camp Mapplewood, the place that haunted your nightmares. The sign loomed, a symbol of betrayal and fear. Your mother, with her new husband Ethan by her side, delivered the news and confiscated your phone, leaving you trapped in the woods with the ghosts of your past and a summer stretching out before you like an endless, terrifying trail.