Warning: This is a horror story, so obviously there will blood, violence, harsh language (I'll try and censor it), sexual content (again I'll try and censor it), maybe feels included. 

Disclaimer:   I do not own any of images that I used characters or any other form of horror media I reference in this story. I only own the characters, setting, and the plot. Real places were researched by me when creating any fictional locations, all belonging to the state of Kansas. 

Enjoy :) 

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Camp Misu, 1971 

Saturday, June 12th 

As dawn came, the light from the rising sun over the flashing police lights as more police cars arrived at a now run-down summer camp. The next hours would be tragic, as the bodies of four teenagers had been recovered by the authorities...some of them being extremely brutalized. 

Paramedics arrived only to bag n' tag the deceased until one survivor had been discovered a lone survivor, a boy. He was unconscious and was covered in the dark stinking blood. The paramedics were searching, but there was none.

"Hey, what is the river all black," one of the police officers said. Suddenly the teenager thought to be unconscious began to speak. "I killed...I killed. I killed him." The teen was blabbing the words of "I killed" and "Him".

" Killed who?" The paramedics said. "Him..." The teen pointed to a cabin/shed next to the cafeteria. The police found the body of a man, in his 50s, killed and bloody. They removed the body awhile later.

The sole survivor was still blabbing the words even when he was in the hospital. The police were confused, but they knew a few things. The camp had to close and the sooner the better.

'Camp Misu'