Melody Gentry Frank

Camp Site

The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The legend was sketchy at best and full of unproven truths. The details were horrific enough to keep young people at home in their beds after dark. Dusk was the town’s witching hour. Most of the township hadn’t seen the streetlights in decades. They tucked themselves into the darkness like a cocoon without question until one night, when a small group of unwitting teenagers from Ridgemont High School gathered at midnight to debunk the most notorious, the most evil story ever told. Four sects were represented. The Gossip. The Jackal. The Storyteller. The Witness. No one could remember the origin of the story or who told it first, but every man, woman and child knew it by heart. The story has never changed, and its mystery has never been solved.