"Really?" I grumble to myself as the bus lurches to a stop in the middle of the bumpy stone path through the middle of the woods.

"How long have we even been driving? Like five hours?" my best friend, Mira asks.

The notoriously long drive to Camp Seaside would usually range from three to four hours, but we had to stop for some kid to barf. Three times. Then four bathroom pit stops, one flat tire, and to fill up on gas a couple of times, making the ride take much longer than it was supposed to. But now at least we're in the home stretch, on the path that takes us to the beautiful beach that the camp was built on in 1992.

"I don't know," I say. "I wonder what it is this time."

Mira and I are in the first couple of rows, so we see the bus door open and a couple of counselors walk out of the bus cautiously.

"A bear?" I ask. "They all look... tense."

"Don't be stupid, Emmy," Mira responds. "We're probably way too close to the beach for it to be a bear."

Mira's probably right, because Mira is always right.

That's when I notice the bus. Just around the corner, the familiar orange of the camp buses shows. But we're the only bus taking kids to camp this week... it couldn't be more campers.

"Do ya see that too?" I ask, pointing to the bus.

Mira nods. "I wonder what it is."

"Okay everyone!" the bus driver announces. "I need everyone to stay cool, calm, and collected."

I feel goosebumps form on my legs.

"We have discovered an abandoned camp bus just up ahead. The windows are smashed, and the engine has been removed."

"Are there any bodies?" the class clown, Ethan asks, jokingly.

The driver takes a deep breath. "Yes."