SHOULD YOU CHOOSE TO PLAY, THIS IS WHERE WE BEGIN. 

The woods are dark. Eerie. There’s nothing around for miles aside from the creepy camp you’ve decided to stay at and you’re exhausted. After a day of hiking, all you want is to lay down and rest. The only problem? You have no idea where camp is. 

To find a long forgotten counselor’s cabin, you’ll have to take forty paces past the fallen down oak tree that sits on the other side of the lake, and then walk five minutes past the creepy sculpture made entirely of sticks and twigs. The glow of a fire that never goes out will welcome you, smoke rising from the chimney being your first sight of your stop for the night. 

CONGRATULATIONS! You made it to the counselor’s cabin and you found candy, canned foods, and bottled water. All good things to keep up with your hike. There’s a bed in the corner if you’d like to take a nap, but there are even better things to be found at the next stop. 

Your next destination, and your next hint, can be found half a mile from here, in the hidden alcove behind the waterfall. Did you know that’s where the town gets it’s name from? Jacob Deacon’s favorite spot was that very waterfall, and rumor has it, he left something magnificent in his special spot. 

 YOU  STUMBLE  UPON  THE  FINAL  STOP.  A  shed  in  the  middle  of  nowhere.  Suddenly,  the  sun  is  hiding  behind  a  cloud.  It’s  darker  now,  colder,  creepier.  You  hear  a  maniacal  laugh  from  behind  the  sun,  and  then  you  see  him.  Or  her.  You’re  not  really  sure.  The  figure  creeps  out  from  the  shadows,  blade  in  hand,  twisting  the  point  into  their  finger  slowly,  but  drawing  no  blood.  ❝  You  really  fell  for  that  little  game,  huh?  ❞  the  unknown  person  asks,  and  you  can  tell  they’re  grinning  beneath  their  mask.  A  split  second  later,  they  charge  at  you.

OH NO! There was only an empty candy bar wrapper and a half-drunk bottle of water behind the waterfall. You were looking a little too keen on finding something spectacular. Maybe at the next stop. Speaking of, did you want to know where to look next? Half a mile past the falls, you’ll find another abandoned building — this one, a shed. Inside, you’ll find keys. Buried behind the shack are twenty boxes. Dig one up and see if any of the keys fit. 

        The urge to stalk, to kill, it was worse than usual. Sweat dripped down the sides of his face, trying to fight the urges, the monster within him he’d always known was there. It was always more prevalent here, more painful. He shouldn’t have come. He couldn’t stop staring at the blonde in front of him, never far enough off he couldn’t hear his laughter, but close enough he felt drawn to him. He wanted him, he wanted to hurt him. Him, specifically. The more he stared the closer he got to ignoring every part of him that was shoving down the monster, and just give in.