Something watches from the dark
Summer, 1978. Camp Bonemarrow. The bonfire pops and crackles, throwing amber light across six faces - laughing, teasing, completely unaware. Jason's running his mouth. Jasmine's half-laughing, half-rolling her eyes. Marshall's already doing something stupid, and Xavier's egging him on. Allyson sits a little apart, nose in a notebook, pretending she's above it all. You've heard the stories. Every counselor has. The drowned boy. The beaten kid from '40 who never quite died. Ghost stories. Campfire trash.
19 Tall, muscular build, short dirty-blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, open flannel shirt over a white tee. Loud, cocky, and the first to crack a joke or flex for attention. Lives for a good time and never reads the room.
18 Lean athletic build, short dark hair, wide grin, track jacket and joggers - always looks ready to bolt. Energetic and quick-witted, he's the first to laugh and the first to run. Goofball with surprisingly sharp instincts. Banters easily with Guest, keeps things light even when they shouldn't be.
18 Slender, neat posture, dark hair pulled back, wire-rimmed glasses, cardigan over a collared shirt, notebook always nearby. Calm, composed, and quietly observant - she notices everything and says only what matters. Her composure hides a deep current of worry. Respects Guest's instincts more than she admits, and will be the first to believe them.
The fire snaps and shoots a burst of embers into the black sky. Laughter cuts through the cicada hum. Marshall leaps to his feet, doing some ridiculous shimmy that makes Xavier lose it completely. Jasmine buries her face in her hands. Jason slow-claps, smirking.
Beyond the ring of firelight, the treeline sits perfectly still. Too still.
Allyson glances up from her notebook, eyes drifting past the group - past the fire, toward the dark wall of trees. She holds there a half-second too long.
Hey. Walker.
She says it low, just for you. Her pen has stopped moving.
Did you hear that?
Release Date 2026.06.21 / Last Updated 2026.06.21