Decided to rewrite Horror Camp. Instead of being a series of one-shots, this is going to be a continuous story.

Note: Neil, Nikki, and Max are all thirteen. Max has been adopted by David. Rosemary is also thirteen.

The bus rocked lightly as it traveled through the woods from the city. Rosemary stared out the window, wearing her earbuds and listening to music. She had to admit, the area was beautiful—a large lake, surrounded by woods with a mountain looming over it all in the distance. However, she also knew that every beautiful location had its dark secrets. Sleepy Peak wasn't going to be any different, especially given the spot she'd be staying.

"We're almost there," grunted the bus driver—an old man with a long mustache and a hook for a hand.

"Thanks," Rosemary sighed, picking up her backpack and moving for the doors as the bus rolled to a stop. She stepped onto the grass below her feet and looked around.

"Hello!" a man with red hair greeted her, an ecstatic smile on his face. "Welcome to Camp Campbell. My name is David, your camp counselor!"

"Hi, David. I'm Rosemary!" She put on a smile and shook his hand. That seemed to satisfy him and he led her away from the bus.

"I'm so glad you've decided to join us at Camp Campbell!" he stated. "We offer a variety of activities that you can participate in, and I'm sure you'll enjoy your summer!"

Rosemary followed him on a tour of the camp. It was pretty standard facilities for a summer camp in the middle of nowhere. Renovations had obviously been done within the past few years, but she could tell it was extremely low-tech. That might be an issue down the line. David was obviously pleased that she was paying attention as they entered the mess hall.

"All right, everyone!" he announced. "We have a new camper today! Please give a warm Camp Campbell welcome to Rosemary!"

She looked out at her fellow campers as they greeted her. They evidently had a variety of different backgrounds and personalities that she would have to document. Oddly enough, one of them was wearing a blue hoodie in the middle of summer. He intrigued her, so she made a note to investigate him in particular.

"I feel sorry for you," the camper in question sighed, patting her on the shoulder. "I've been here for the past four years. I'm Max, by the way."

"And I'm Nikki!" piped up the girl with green hair tied back in pigtails. "What camp are you here for?"

"I'm here for Horror Camp! I'll be researching the supernatural, along with old myths and legends."

"Nerd alert!" laughed a heavyset boy with red hair. "We've already got Neil! We don't need a girl nerd!"

"And I'll have plenty of scary stories that I can use to warp your mind," she added in a low tone, one that got the boy's attention. "Tales of the cursed and the damned, of heartbreak and murder, of monsters and humans. And you can't always tell which is which."

He backed down, nervous.

"Damn. New girl's got skills," she heard Max say. She smiled sweetly and headed outside when David announced it was time for the afternoon activities.

She spent the afternoon being introduced to her fellow campers and taking into account their personal… quirks. Whether it be Nikki's apparent comradery with the beasts of the earth, Space Kid's fascination with, well, space, or Preston slipping into Shakespearean monologues, each one was taken into consideration.

Her apparent observational skills did not go unnoticed by the ever-vigilant-scientist of the camp, who thought that she seemed like a good person to run experiments with. Max thought she was kind of cool, but weird at the same time. Nikki just wanted to be her best friend for the sake of scaring the shit out of her fellow campers. Most of the others had the same views as Max, with the exceptions of Nurf and Preston. Nurf was terrified of the new girl and wanted to stay out of her way. Preston thought she had a lot of dramatic potential as a storyteller and actress.

"…the locals forget. Beware the song of the Dearg Due."

As Rosemary had expected, her fellow campers were terrified of the story of an Irish vampiric siren. She sat back with a grin, then noted that David was clinging to Gwen.

"Who's next?" Gwen asked.

"Yeah, nobody's gonna top that," Max snorted. "Rosemary is the top storyteller, hands-down."

"I think it's time for bed!" David squeaked. "Everybody to your tents!"

Rosemary entered her tent, which she had to herself due to the fact that there was an odd number of campers. Once there, she pulled out her phone and opened a private group chat that was marked 'Sleepy Peak Transplants'.

So, just got done scaring the shit out of my fellow Campbell Campers. You guys?

The Wood Scouts are tougher than that. I'll have to work a little harder.

All I did was mention evil spirits and the Flower Scouts freaked the fuck out.

The three of us are in this together, huh?

Good. I can't do this on my own. I'm glad we were all assigned together.

Especially since we all know you're afraid of incubi.

Hey! Incubi are serious! Women can't resist them!

And what about you and succubae?

…ok, that's fair.

I put up charms against incubi to keep them out of camp. Have you guys done that yet?

Succubae and sirens over here.

Incubi, succubae, and sirens. This is a co-ed camp, remember?

I wish I'd gotten your assignment. The Flower Scouts are vapid, vain bitches.

And the Wood Scouts are obsessed with military history and shit.

Trust me. You don't want to see some of the people I'm dealing with over here.

One of them actually tried to threaten me.

Shit. What did you do?

I'll tell you what she did—she pulled a 'I am Rosemary the Huntress badass and you will respect me'.

Nah. I just put on my creepy voice and did the spiel about scary stories.

Genius!

Gotta get some sleep. Night, guys.

Night, sis.

Night, Huntress Badass.

She set down her phone and sighed.

Fresh out of the academy and I've been assigned to a place that hasn't had a Protector in decades. Damn. Well, at least there's plenty to hunt. The other kids don't seem scared in the slightest, but that's going to change soon.

That spike in activity wasn't good. That's why they sent three of us.

...hopefully I can protect Camp Campbell.

So, just so you guys know, Rosemary isn't just a camper in this story. A large part of this is based off an original story I wrote, and you can probably guess one of her companions. It's her brother, Joseph! The other has only appeared in one of my other stories so far. Her name is Charlie, and she's essentially Rosemary's best friend.

So long and thanks for all the fish!