It was a normal day at the park of Buckin Avenue, where everyone had too much of a cheery disposition to care about anything bad, all day all night singing their cheery song, but after this event, all hell broke loose. It was finally the end of school, perfect day going on as we cheered up from all the bullshit going on in highschool, and i'm finally free to do whatever I want. Bummer about that? Always. In. Summer. Camp. If my mom wouldn't be a jerk once in a while she would understand how terrible life is over there, some kid I knew got caterpillars stuck in his ear. well, not really, but you'd get the memo.

As everyone got on the bus and waited for doom to arrive in front of my face, I see some mysterious man with a mask in the forest. But there were too many idiots In this city to even care.. All my friends were playing on their phones as we got closer and closer to pure demise. Whistle. Creek. I hate it, its a raggedy old Cabin with 30 beds that a bunch of snotty kids lay on. But every stupid Mean girl at school and their 50 boyfriends get to go home peacefully.

As we continue to pack in our bags, everyone else leaves to go and get dried up marshmallows and wet crackers. I stayed in the cabin as my two friends came in to show me something, I felt as tho I should've been scared of what those retards found. As we came closer to the "surprise" it seemed as though it smelled grosser and more putrid, almost as if it was a rotting corpse.

As we got closer, the smell was getting into my mouth as we stared at a disembodied fox, only a corpse and some limbs scattered everywhere. I was disgusted at how it smelled and how they thought it was cool, I backed up from the scene and looked around for who or what could've did that, as they poked it with a stick. I almost threw up before I realized that same man was there again. They rolled something down the hill they were on and when it touched my foot, I almost had a heart attack, it was the fox's head, dead as a doornail, bugs running around the lifeless eyes.