(ORIENTATION)
The first night at The Retreat was by far the worst.
Night has a way of amplifying fear, and mine was almost deafening. It seemed that every noise was right next to my bunkhouse, and whatever it was that made the noise was just waiting to come in.
Once it was lights out, I tried desperately to sleep. But with sleep came dreams
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