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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.
A good final girl always makes sure the generator, no matter how ancient, has fuel and is in good working order.
“I’m a vegetarian,” I say to him. He looks at me, confused. “Huh?” “She don’t like meat,” Porter says. “Strictly strawberries, like my man Harry Styles said.” Javier’s brows push together. Me and Porter are both part of the alphabet mafia, so we get it, but poor Javier is clueless.
gay,”
A win for the alphabet mafia lets goooo
Javier looks like he might actually take Porter up on his offer,
Oh word
She grins. “If you’re the final girl, what does that mean for the rest of us?” “It means we’re all dead,” Tasha says, grinning.
“Be careful,” she says. “You know what happens to Black folks in slasher movies.” “I’m the final girl,” I say. “Guaranteed to survive the night.” “You better,” she says before closing the door.
I know full well that
the police aren’t here to protect and serve; they’re here to enforce compliance with whatever set of rules they’re following today.
“Our resident horror-movie scholar.”
Oh my god a lil randy meeks, Im adopting her
“As soon as people start having sex, it’s like a bat signal to the killer. He hears cheeks clappin’, then here he comes with a knife to slice everybody up.”
Bezi leans close to my ear. “Are the straights okay?” I have to cover my mouth to keep from laughing. “Absolutely not.”
“Well, I’m going to bed,” Porter says dramatically, clapping his hands together. “Kyle, you bunking with me tonight, ’cause I’m scared and I’m not afraid to admit that.” Kyle shrugs. “Fine, but you’re sleeping next to the door.” “The hell I am,” Porter grumbles.
In the center of the glass is a clearly deceased bird, its neck bent at a weird angle.
Omens are omening
“According to Javier’s grandma, there was a summer camp here in 1971. That’s twelve years before they shot The Curse of Camp Mirror Lake. And she’s saying six people died, but I’ve never heard of anything like that.”
Bestie at this point that movie is a true story, im gonna need you to put the dots together
“Nah,” Javier says. “I’m tired. I’m gonna take a nap until Tasha and them come back.” “I need to start cleaning out the kitchen,” Kyle says. “We’re still tryna get out of here tomorrow, right?”
Yall are dying first
under a nest of silverfish.
This was a personal attack
I see a figure, cloaked in black, standing just under the hatch that leads up through the floor of the boathouse.
Time to go
Maybe the people running the camp were reckless or something?
Newspaper is either victim-blaming or its a cover-up
The owl’s broken body lies on the welcome mat of the lodge, just outside the front door. Dirt clings to its feathers, and it’s intact except for the eyes—those blank, glassy eyes that were so much like Rob’s hideous collection of dead things—that have been plucked out of its head.
ITS TIME TO GO
It’s not just broken. It’s completely destroyed.
Someone is standing directly on top of the hatch.
I had an alarm go off when I read this and had a heart attack
“Kyle!” I yell without looking back. “C’mon!”
Why tf would you yell where they could hear you? Are you trying to get poor Kyle killed?
“But did you die?” Javier asks.
Iconic lol
The feeling of being watched from the deepening shadows stokes a sense of panic in me.
“I just—Something isn’t right. I don’t like this.” Fear is plastered across his face like a mask.
Bestie Kyle you are not allowed to die
Texas Chainsaw Massacre?”
No but its on my list
I wait for Kyle to follow, but as I glance back, I realize he’s not there.
Bestie Kyle to the rescue, gonna take down granny like WWE
“Now they’re owls.”
Are we dealing with a supernatural woods spooky thing and not a person?
they all get what they want because they’re willing to do whatever it takes.
Like the illuminati?
“An owl as big as a man roams these woods,”
Like avatar the last airbender?
They named their whole order after it.
Oh YUP cult stuff
“Oh, honey. You’re going to die out here, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”
Standing in front of the unlit fireplace is a person.
“The . . . the . . . the owl.” Tasha’s one visible eye rolls back until only the white part is showing. Her breathing becomes shallow. “The owl,” I repeat.
Making a prediction now that the owner is sacrificing them to the owl and is apart of the cult
For the first time in the last few days, it seems like he’s genuinely concerned about somebody other than himself.
And that is the last we'll hear from him. Got his little character arc and now he's gonna be massacred
He shakes his head and stands up. “No. I want to stay and make sure you come back.”
Bestie Kyle is ride or die - side note: the sheriff is def involved in the cult
Something stirs in the deepest part of my memory—that place where only images exist and not in a way that makes any real sense. In my mind’s eye, I see the painted face of an owl. It’s in a sketchbook done in pencil. There’s someone there and then—nothing.
HUH
“What is this place?” I ask.
THE CULT BABE - and they have 100 subscribers apparently
I’m almost 100 percent sure it’s blood that somebody has tried to clean up by flooding the area with water.
Stepping over the threshold, the scent of rot fills my nose. My eyes water and my throat feels tight.
Im getting flashbacks to Resident Evil 7
“It says The Owl Society, 1840.”
“What’s a Grand Owl?” Bezi asks. “I don’t like the way that sounds at all.”
I would like to amend my statement. This is not supernatural, some grown ass men are cosplaying an owl and getting away with murder
1973.
“Oh shit, Charity, is that Paige’s camera?” Bezi asks.
It takes me a moment to register that this is a man in a costume, but somehow, understanding that doesn’t make it any better.
I’ve been playing the part of a girl who escapes a serial killer every night for months. It’s not a game this time. The consequences are real, but we still have to play.
I put my hand on his shoulder. “They’re not the only people who can put on masks and scare people.”
SLAY
“Some kid tried to re-create the ritual and failed miserably. The backlash almost ended our Order. It is the reason we find ourselves in the predicament we are in today.
“Still,” the gray-haired man says. “I’d still like to do it.”
Okay, the owner is safe for now
