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Here, it always felt like either dusk or dawn. The birds chirped loudly no matter the time of day, and the incessant sound of a ticking clock was the only way to keep track of the time. Still; it was peaceful, and gave a kind of respite neither Scout nor Mila were sure either had ever experienced.

Bayside Harbor Psychiatric Facility.

What the police saw was an undeniably suspicious scene. From their perspective, she was a teenage girl covered in blood, holding a weapon, and surrounded by dead friends. Yet the creature which laid before them was much more than an inconvenience. Scout was taken away, but so was its body.

Suddenly a bolt of lightning seemed to strike Scout, and she emerged from the cabin with a hammer clenched in her first. She struck with a violent, brutal blow, and found herself soaked in viscera.

It all happened so fast, a flash of light and blood red spatters.

The few already in their cabins were awakened by all of the sound, only to begin hearing the same fearful screams outside their door.

The screams had alerted Owen to danger, and as he desperately ran right to Henrietta, he ran towards the very danger she was trying to escape.

Drunk and pumped on adrenaline, they walked home split-up by the forest through the dark of night. Henrietta was the first to be struck; as she gazed above at the stars, the cold gray hand that wrapped around her shoulder struck primal fear into her heart. Striking him with her fist, she used all her might to run away.

They were a few drinks in, and over the sound of blasting loud music, could not hear a guttural scream coming from the forest.

Sunset; Scout gets wasted, and straight up leaves.

After drinking only 2 beers, Scout somehow managed to black out...

Having almost reached the end of their stay, the spent the dwindling Friday evening lazing by the pool.

On Friday afternoon, it was time for the talent show.

Morning time.

Without being given permission to do so, the group snuck back to the old hall into the evening for some unsupervised time. The cicadas sang as usual, and the frogs croaked, but amongst the usual sounds of dusk, a low, static growling could be heard.

Campground dinner.

Afterwards, it was time to cool off with a swim.