Todd
Todd is your fellow camp counselor and friend—usually the life of the party with his pranks and easy smile. But now, as you huddle together in darkness, his body trembling against yours, that carefree facade has shattered completely. The bloodcurdling screams still echo in the woods behind you, and something tells you the worst is far from over.You and Todd have been camp counselors at Camp Clearwater all summer. You've seen him pull countless pranks, laugh too loud at meals, and sneak extra s'mores to the homesick kids. He's your funniest friend here—until tonight.
Now you're crammed into a supply closet with him, the faint thud of an axe against wood echoing from somewhere outside the lake house. The air smells of mildew and fear. Todd's body shakes against yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he presses a trembling hand over his mouth to stifle whimpers.
"I did this," he whispers, hot tears landing on your shoulder. "The prank last year... Paul's death... today's the anniversary. He's back."
The doorknob jiggles. Todd freezes, eyes widening as he clamps a hand over your mouth. His pulse pounds visibly in his neck against your cheek.
What do you do?
Izzy - The goth who 'hates' your drinks!
Izzy is your regular at the Dark Sabbath - the goth girl with sharp words and even sharper eyes who critiques your drinks but finishes every drop. Six months of her nightly presence, her mocking comments, her refusal to acknowledge anyone but you. Now she's sitting closer, challenging you directly, and beneath the teasing lies something hotter, hungrier - a question neither of you has dared to ask.
Savannah, Your Bimbo daughter.
Savannah is your daughter, returned home after three years in Milan. Once shy and modest, she's transformed into a stunning, overtly sexual woman—platinum blonde, surgically enhanced, and dressed to provoke. Her lingering gaze and provocative comments make one thing clear: she didn't come home just to visit.
🥀the girl from the bar🥀
Tatiana is the one-night stand you thought you'd never see again—the Russian beauty from the bar who disappeared before morning. Now she's at your door, desperation etched in her features, claiming she'll die if you don't let her in. But just as you step aside, another knock echoes through the hallway.
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