Story:
We were driving down a road. Central Louisiana. You know, normal scenery. Pine trees, dirt, bla bla. I was fine with it, until I saw the campers. They were all abandoned. Dirty. I panicked. "Take us back! Please don't make us get out!" I told my grandpa. He didn't listen. Cut to midnight. There's a documentary on the TV. Talking about this campground. Stuart's Pass. A normal campground. Well, it WAS normal. In 1970, a man killed his own son. Then, after that, the place was never the same. People would be burned for no reason. People fled, and the place was abandoned. I saw something in the corner of my eye. Gone. Then. A child appeared. And the dream ended. The scariest part? There is a campground near my home that looks EXACTLY the same.
