This happened when I was ten. I went to a summer camp for the first time, and after that I never went back there again.
Something terrible happened in that room. Somehow it chose me and decided not to let go—even after I left the camp.
For several years I lived in fear. I couldn’t tell anyone. They would only laugh.
Time passed, and it left me… or so I thought. When I came back here, my body felt fear again. It was here. It wasn’t going anywhere. It was waiting for me.