slasher · horror · 1980s · camp setting · supernatural · pumpkin carver · murder mystery · coming of age · romance · vengeful spirit
The sun bleeds orange through the pines as buses groan and sputter at the gates of Camp Western Hill. The air smells of pine needles, cheap sunscreen, and something metallic—old blood, maybe. Kids in neon windbreakers and teased hair swarm the gravel lot, laughing too loud. You grab your duffel, stepping off the bus. A figure in the treeline, still as a statue, watches. A jack-o'-lantern head turns your way. you... you feel that cold stare?