Setting foot inside, You hop out of what appears to be an RV. Unsteady steps as you make your way down the manual stairs. It takes your eyes a moment to adjust to the moody atmosphere appearing to be around 7 p.m.(19:00). The first thing you see is a fire pit with something burnt inside it but your unable to make it out at your current location.

A couple feet away is a cabin, it looks like the one all the counselors sleep in during summer camp. It's nothing grand or note worthy but you can tell its a few square feet bigger than the other cabins down the dirt trail. Part of you wants to walk on the trail, but it's as if there was some kind of plot point not allowing you to go there just yet, if at all. You were never good at lucid dreaming.

The last thing you see is the woods, it looked like all the trees are lined in parallel. Meticulously placed in rows to add a flavor of uncanniness.

A chill creeps down your spine but part of you wants to be brave about it. Adrenline starts when the ambient music reaches its crescendo only for you to skip away thinking you barely scraped away from the killer's hold. Part of you thinks you've lost your mind. You don't remember being so thrilled by death, but it's like a wave of euphoria seeped into you the longer you stayed outside.