Summer Camp Horrors

Sometimes, when the campfire dies and the cabins fall quiet, you hear footsteps where no one should be. The creak of a bridge swaying in the dark, whispers drifting through the trees, these are the things that don’t show up on any map. At camp, some nights carry more than silence. They carry secrets you can’t outrun. First, a face in the window Followed by they don’t leave footprints Finally in our last story, Three Bells, no escape Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices