Day 0 - Friday

You're teaching the older kids science. Anatomy to be precise. It's almost half past 8 in the morning and everyone should be at breakfast but the thought vanishes almost as soon as it forms. Dead frogs on dissection trays lay in front of each pair of campers. The one in front of Dacey isn't a frog. Actually she's not sure what it is. It looks like an eel and a crab mated and then gave birth in a drum of radioactive waste. You have a scalpel in your hand and you hesitate on where to even begin to cutting. The hesitation grows and you hear the ticking on your clock. All the campers eyes are on you. "Why don't you cut it, Dacey? Are you scared?" a single voice asks. She repeats the question, this time with the others joining in unison. "Are you scared, Dacey? Just cut it. Cut it, Dacey." Without thinking you lash out with the scalpel, not caring where on the thing you cut. But as you look down, you see that you've cut your entire forearm open from elbow crook to wrist. Hot blood spurts everywhere as you severed each and every artery in vein in one swoop. As you lose consciousness, you are somewhat amazed at that feat...

It's been a long day and you're exhausted. Your skin is sticky with sweat and dust. You need a shower but you're near the lake already. The full moon is currently hidden behind heavy clouds and the lake water is dark as ink. No one would see if you took a little dip to wash off. You just have to be quick about it. You strip off your clothes and fold them into a neat pile by the shoreline. The water is refreshingly cool and slides over your skin like silk. It feels wonderful to be free of your clothes and have every inch caressed by the water. You give yourself a good scrub, especially your hair, loving the way it feels floating weightless in the water. After several minutes you notice the darkness is getting a little brighter. You look up to see if the moon had broken through the clouds but it's still hidden. Puzzled you look at the shoreline, to see if maybe someone had built up the bonfire but no, it's still dark over there. Then you notice the light has a green tint to it. You look down and notice the light is coming from below you. A large amorphous shape with a dark center. Finally the moon shines out through a gap in the clouds and you can see more than you want to. The moonlight winks off rows of white teeth and surrounding that dark cavern and you realize now it's the gaping maw of some enormous bioluminescent sea creature the size of a jumbo jet. The darkness is rushing up towards you and your are frozen in fear as the thing breaks the surface in a geyser of water and you see a pit of razor teeth the length of your legs close around you and darkness swallows you whole.

It's night time and the stars are beautiful. You're lying on your back next to the campfire. You've created a large mesh grill that you've erected over the campfire on which lay sunflower-high stalks of marijuana. They are being roasted over the fire and great billowing clouds of reefer are puffing up into the air like smoke signals. You inhale deeply and smile at the familiar feeling of warm happiness. And hunger. How long have you been breathing this in? No worries, that's not important. Just the hunger. You get up and head over to the campfire but you didn't bring anything to eat. No matter, those red-hot coals looks delicious enough. Almost like glowing red apples. You pluck one up, smelling the sizzling of your skin which makes you even hungrier. You shove the coal in your mouth in your eagerness to fill your belly. Your teeth break on the hardness of the coal and your tongue blackens. You attempt to swallow it but it's too large and gets stuck. You feel you need to breathe but can't get any air in. Well, no matter, that should be a temporary problem right? That's the last thing you remember as darkness swallows the burning pain.

You awake to find the kids are already here. You can hear their shouting and screaming and the running of dozens of feet on wood and grass. You overslept! You fumble to get dressed but your head is swimming and the room is spinning. You fall and land on an empty whisky bottle. It shatters under your knee and a shard of glass the size of your thumb pierces to the bone. The pain is so strong it makes you throw up. Dimly you expect to see alcohol and s'more soup but you're even more horrified to see it's a thick yellow fluid that smells of rotten eggs and burns like acid. You feel your mouth melting away, your teeth fall out, and your tongue start to bubble and dissolve. Then your throat feels like it's catching fire all the way into your chest which then liquifies, spilling your insides onto the wooden cabin floor in front of your eyes before everything turns black.

You find yourself at the top of the climbing tower with the zipline. A few bolts had come loose and you were called to come fix it as the zip line is one of the most popular activities at Camp Jubilee. But you weren't just going to fix it, oh no. You were going to make it even better. You cranked up the tension, removing any slack from the line, so kids would go on a straight shot to the end with no slowdown. You smile at your handiwork. You reach up and give the metal braided cord a pluck. It doesn't move a hairs breadth. A line of kids behind you cheer that you saved their favorite activity. You declare the zip line back in operation. The campers start zipping one after another, even though there should only be half a dozen, suddenly it seems there must be nearly four times that many. Did you add extra zipline carabiners? You can't remember. You try to stop then but they don't listen. Pretty soon you hear the squeal of steel under too much stress. The line snaps, plunging dozens of kids to their deaths. Even more horrific, the high-tension cable whips out like a coiled spring, slicing through several camp kids who had been watching below, sending various body parts flying in different directions. You close your eyes as the heaviness sits too heavy upon your heart...

You wake up in art class teaching a dozen noisy, rowdy kindergartners. A clock reads 5:01. You know you were supposed to finish at 5 and send the kids off to the next activity but you aren't even close to having them ready. They are spilling glue, throwing handfuls of glitter at each other, and sticking their hands in paint. You feel a tug on your skirt, a very expensive skirt that you would never wear to camp, but that logical thought it blown away like a dandelion seed in a strong breeze. You ARE wearing it and a kid is tugging on it to get your attention. And not just any kid, one of the paint-handed kids, a blond-haired girl in pigtails. You recoil in horror as a large red handprint is on your favorite skirt. You shriek in anger and smack the kid unthinkingly. She tumbles back and smacks her head on the wood floor, causing her eyes to pop out like campaign corks. You shriek again in fear as the kid starts crying, tears welling up in empty sockets as she asks "Why did you turn out the lights, Susan?"

It's time for morning prayer. Everyone is in the chapel and Reverend Mark is giving a speech about Jesus or some such, you aren't really paying attention. You are staring at the clock which reads just after 5 in the afternoon, which should be your free time before dinner, not sermon time. You are annoyed you are here and don't even know why. "Isn't that right, Jessica?" The question brings you out of your inner thoughts. You look at the Reverend and his gaze is locked on you. As is every other set of eyes in the camp. But they aren't human eyes; they aren't like any eyes Jessica had ever seen. She stared at Dacey sitting next to her, and saw in great detail her eyes. They were like tiny spiral galaxies. The irises were a smear of purple and blue and yellow space dust with flecks of white stars, while the pupils were black holes but rimmed with a glowing white event horizon. After long moments of awe you finally tear your eyes away when you hear Reverend Mark repeat his question. But you still don't know what he's asking. You ask him what the question was in a small voice. Patiently he says, "I asked you if the unbelievers deserve their spot in Hell." You don't think so, but you know you can't answer that. Not with everyone staring at you with their galaxy-eyes that seem to stare into your very soul. You feel yourself nodding affirmative. Reverend Mark smiles. "Good. That's good, Jessica. Because the unbelievers will burn." Suddenly it feels too hot and crowded. Sweat breaks out along your body. Your dress bursts into flames along with your hair. Your entire body is coated in licking flames and you scream but the press of bodies prevents you from leaving. Your blackening arms push against them but they don't move. Your mind protests that at the very least they should be catching fire, but they don't. Your last thought is about the resentful unfairness of being unable to take anyone else with you to whatever afterlife awaits.

You find yourself on the nature trail. You are teaching the middle schoolers some basic wilderness survival skills. Right now you're explaining how to detect edible mushrooms that grow in Pennsylvania. You find some meadow mushrooms, all white stalks with wide flat caps that look a little like flying saucers. You pluck a handful and show the various parts and that they are a great source of nutrients and can be eaten raw. You ask who wants to try and several hands shoot up. The kids eat the mushrooms and their eyes go wide with how delicious they are. Then the kids get constipated looks on their faces and hold their tummies. They look at you with accusing expressions. Suddenly they begin shrinking. Three feet, two feet, one foot, smaller and smaller. Your mouth hangs open in disbelief. The remaining kids are clapping as if it's some magic trick. Then they start chanting "Squish the bugs! Squish the bugs!" And indeed, the shrunken kids are the size of spiders and they quickly try to scurry as their fellow campers start stomping on them. You hear the soft crunches as you stand helpless while half your campers gleefully stomp the other half to death, leaving gooey red and pink and white stains on their hiking boots.