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“And you two have survived a
Its just a game
We run the whole thing on the location used during the filming of the 1983 cult classic
However, I only play a final girl at Camp Mirror Lake; I don’t actually want to be one. I turn my
Black ass right around and book it back to my cabin, where I close and lock the door. For now, my face full of fake blood is going to stay just the way it is.
good final girl always makes sure the generator, no matter how ancient, has fuel and is in good working order.
game.” Normally, we let a few
The trapdoor in the arts-and-crafts lodge is still sticking,” I say as I check my notes the following day at our morning meeting. “Anybody have any suggestions on how to fix it?” “Have we tried WD-40?” Porter offers.
There trying to fix a trap door
and knocked. Nobody answered. I looked inside. It’s a mess in there, bunch of trash and stuff lying around, but they’re not in there.”
Missing
I check my phone, and the signal is still trash. My call to Mr. Lamont fails immediately.
One group of six people is paid up, and a little spark of excitement courses through me.
I mix up a small batch and test the color by dipping a small brush into the bowl and dragging it across the back of my hand.
race to the parking lot as a car careens down the last part of the two-mile-long driveway that snakes up from the main road.
“They say the lake’s haunted,” Bezi says as her gaze drifts toward the water.
“All of that is just stuff people say, scary stories people
to convince—her or me.
I overhear him say he’s scared of the dark, the woods, water, bugs, and basically all wildlife.
and whoever is on audio-visual duty for the night can cue up all kinds of effects: screams, footsteps, groans, even the sound of heavy breathing.
When I go home at the end of the season, Rob always acts surprised to see me. Like he’s hoping one day I just won’t come home at all.
“What’s back there?” she asks. “Nothing much. It’s locked anyway.”
That night, as the clock strikes eight and the game begins, the remaining staff, alongside Bezi and Paige, play their roles to perfection.
She really looks dead.
I glance over, straining to see into the dark. Another figure—tall and hulking—is just beyond the tree line.
There’s someone else in the game, and it’s not someone I recognize. My heart kicks up.
person approaching is an older woman in dingy coveralls and a flannel shirt.
long and slender and double-barreled—a shotgun.
“You think this is a game?” she asks, her voice low and gravelly. She narrows her eyes at me; then she turns and glances over her shoulder as if she’s looking for someone behind her.
“It’s all fun and games, right? Pay to play? You should be ashamed. If you knew
He forgot to lock us in.
race up the steps and fall into the office as Kyle and Tasha slam the door shut and
“Little pig, little pig, let me come in,”
The woman paces back and forth on the porch, mumbling to herself and slamming her fist against the glass every few seconds, causing us all to jump out of our skin.
The woman has fired her gun into the air and is now grinning maniacally through the office window.
“What are you doing out here, Nancy?”
There is no concern in his voice at all.
“I’m sorry about that. Miss Keane here gets a little territorial sometimes.”
“This is supposed to be fake!” one of them yells. “It is!” I shout back.
“Shit show or not, are you gonna do anything about her?” I point to the woman. “She was waving that gun around, and she fired it into the air. I’m pretty sure that’s illegal.”
“I’ll probably take her home and make sure she gets some rest.” “Probably take her home?”
You need to understand that her property butts right up to your little operation here. I don’t blame her for being a little testy.”
“Be a shame if someone fell in.”
Sheriff Lillard narrows his eyes at me, then tips his hat and climbs into his car, pulling off without another word.
Bezi looks absolutely unconvinced but shrugs
Paige is one of those people where it’s in her head and out her mouth.
We know how much of a horror stan Paige is, and she is about to break it all the way down for everyone even if nobody really cares.
“The Curse of Camp Mirror Lake makes it clear that the masked, machete-wielding serial killer Scott Addison gained strength from his victims.
“He’s stronger after each kill, but he also starts to do things he couldn’t do in the beginning.
“Spilling the blood directly on the ground and dumping the bodies in the lake is how the killer gains his power and is able to mow down so many people without anyone knowing until the very end.”
You don’t get distracted if you want to live.”
As I think about it, the initial splash was the only noise I’d heard and then nothing but silence.
Tasha, Paige, and Javier pile into Staff Cabin #1, and I take Bezi into mine.
