(Ellie)
"Rule one: Don't blink when you stare into the abyss, for thou shall be deceived "
-Page 32 l, of the ways of the forgotten.
Ellie Stroud, what in goddamnation are you doing? I inspected the cabin.
Once I entered, it seemed oddly comforting. I didn't see any gas or water supplies from the outside, yet when I used the sink, water flowed. The lights turned on, but it wasn't powered by solar panels. I'm not an expert in such fields, but the whole situation didn't add up. This Debbie character seemed too suspicious for my liking, and the others didn't seem alert either. I warned James, but he didn't seem to care enough. Maybe he did, though?
was on dinner duty with James, hoping he would mention something about the oddness of the situation. I'm not one to be overly curious about the supernatural, but I'm still human. I have the right to suspect something in most situations. My father was like that.
Fifteen minutes had passed.
I had never felt the urge to punch someone until now. This guy hadn't said a word. I've known him for some time, but we only became friends this year. When it's just the two of us talking, it feels natural. I enjoy how he always has an endless supply of stories to tell, and his humour isn't dark and not dirty mainly when he is talking to me, I overheard him talk with his friend, kinda sus the way he talks.
Good thing he doesn't talk about me in that way, bad thing is he talks way to disturbing about his friends to his friends, I know he kids around yet, but at least he is respectful with me which I find refreshing.
I feel completely comfortable around him. But when he's with his group of friends, it's like he becomes a different person that when i don't feel comfortable. He never acknowledges me, not even a nod or a wave.
Right now, he's doing the same thing, staying silent as if he doesn't want his friends to know that he...
Sigh, it's tough when people can act so differently. But it doesn't change the fact that this place gives off a spooky vibe.
I had just finished chopping up the veggies when I grabbed the tomato sauce. I twisted, but nothing happened. I stared down at it blankly. Today just wasn't my day.
"James, can you help-" Before I could finish my sentence, he grabbed it from my hands.
I watched as he twisted and tried to take off the lid. I never realised it before, but my eyes widened as I looked at his face, his eyes, his veiny hands. I had never felt... felt so embarrassed.Not for me though for him, He was weak.
It had been like that for 30 seconds. He kept twisting, his eyes bulging out of their sockets, hands gripping with all his might, veins popping. His eyes started turning red, and the jar of tomato sauce just wouldn't open. He kept knocking it on the kitchen table, even grabbing a cloth. I had never seen someone embarrass themselves so much.
"James, it's okay, you don't need to-"
"Stay back, I've got this! Heaven and hell can't stop me," he said determinedly.
"Give it here, weak boy," Thomas said, walking up to James and effortlessly opening the jar in one try.
"I loosened it for you, you know," I couldn't help but sigh internally. These guys were next-level idiots.
Truth be told, I wished at least one of my friends would act like an idiot with me. My friend group was all about books, perfect grades, perfect hair, and makeup. It was honestly degrading to me.
I could see why they wanted me in their friend group - so others could compare themselves to the worst of the worst. They weren't even real my friends, especially Maddie. She was so obsessive and always hiding her true self. I might not be friends with her directly, but I tell she was faking it all too clear but you know she can do what she wants to fake it till I make it, I guess.
Once we finished dinner, the group finally had a chance to unwind and engage in conversation. Most of the talking was done by the others, while I preferred to listen. My attention shifted towards Maddie, who was deep in conversation with Debbie about their plans for the playthrough It struck me as odd that Debbie had a collection of board games in camps cabin, she would say it her collection but the cabin.
Don't tell me this whole cabin is her own private land, and the camp doesn't have any ownership of it. It can't be. The authorities should set it right if it's not hers.
While it made sense for a vacation cabin to have board games as a backup plan, it felt unusual for her to have such a vast collection, especially if she claims it's all hers, something was not right, it was all to suspicions.
Maddie seemed to be fully embracing her true self by participating in Dungeons and Dangers, she wouldn't be caught dead if she were to even bring up the possibility of even playing a fantasy roleplaying game with the girls' group.
Time rolled by, and we finished up dinner. As the last bites were taken, the rest of the group began to clean the table and set it up for game night. James, surprisingly eager to help me. He cleared dishes, wiped down surfaces, then he brought all the dishes to the sink, as I was washing up.