I hope you don't mind. I read the premise of your RPG in the July Accountability Post - and it took me to another place . It also reminded me of Summer Camp! Briarwood feels different now.
Like the whole town is walking
around with a bruise
they can’t see
but keep pressing anyway.
Thirty‑one days gone —
cleanly, surgically —
and everyone pretending they’re fine
because what else do you do
when the calendar betrays you.
The halls look normal,
but the air has that charged
heaviness,
like a storm passed through the building
and forgot to take its teeth with it.
Friends I used to nod at
in the hallway
now carry themselves
like they’ve fought something
in the dark.
Some have scars
they joke about,
but their eyes
don’t match
the punchline.
Others keep glancing
at their phones
like they’re waiting
for a message from someone
they don’t remember meeting.
And the dreams —
God, the dreams.
I’ve never been to a lake like that.
Never stood on a dock that long.
Never heard water whisper
like it’s trying
to confess something.
But I wake up sweating,
heart pounding,
like I almost drowned in a place
that doesn’t exist.
People keep finding photos too —
blurry, off‑angle shots
of August
that shouldn’t be real.
A bonfire.
A cabin.
A shadow
that doesn’t look human.
Everyone laughs it off,
but nobody deletes them.
And every so often,
someone remembers one moment.
Just one.
A flash of fear.
A scream swallowed by trees.
A hand reaching through water.
Enough to know August wasn’t empty.
Enough to know something happened,
and it wasn’t kind.
Briarwood woke up on September 1st.
But I’m not convinced
we all came back!