Rachel often went camping, she loved having fun outside with her friends from Case Western Reserve University. During her senior year, the institution was chosen to participate in a leadership expedition, in which she and other students camped for three days.
Every year it was a tradition to tell a very peculiar story to all the students in the program, as they roasted marshmallows and sat around a campfire. According to it, the area where they were camping was extremely wooded and long ago, it had been the scene of the disappearance of a family of campers.
The person in charge of the excursion began with his story:
“One day, one day many, many years ago, there was a family that went camping. They were just setting up their tents and were sitting around the campfire, having dinner, when they heard a scream, yet all the family members were present. Who could be yelling? Slowly, the father got up and walked into the bush, trying to find the source of those blood-curdling screams.
-Where are you? He asked. "Are you okay?"
Suddenly, he heard a whisper through the trees that made his blood run cold.
They will come for you. That will be you.
Scared, the man ran back to his family, but found no one. Where would they have gone? He could never find them. He returned to the city as quickly as he could and asked the police for help, the police to search for his family. But it was all in vain.
That night, shortly after they had gone to sleep, Rachel felt the urge to go to the bathroom. He slipped out of his store. She noticed that someone had left the fire burning and approached, and then she froze.
There was a family, sitting in front of the fire, roasting marshmallows. But the only one not there was the father.