It was supposed to be a normal camping trip. It was me, John, Katie, and Naomi. We arrived at the camping site. Turns out it wasn’t Profesional. Just a sign. I ignored it though. But now I wish I acknowledged that. The camping site was 200 meters away but Katie got tired. A hotel was nearby. We entered. Surprisingly there were no people. We were stupid teenagers. We entered a room and unpacked our things. John had to use the bathroom so he left. It was only us three. We heard loud stomping radiating from upstairs. We scrambled out the room. The thing is there were no stairs. We slowly walked back to our room looking in all directions. That was when John’s body fell from these ceiling. Most of his flesh and bones were gone. The image of his cold dead body would stay with me for the rest of my life. I heard chomping and turned around. Katie was gone. Me and Naomi ran to the entrance. But it was boarded shut from the outside. “Naomi- She was gone. I slammed on the doors. I began to hear chomping. I ducked and something slammed into the doors opening it. I ran out and 24 years later. I’m writing this post.