Prologue Summer of 1979
I couldn’t sleep. Everyone else in the cabin was storing way but I tossed and turned in after an hour I gave up and decided to sneak out the back window like I do almost every night.
Don’t ask how I managed to get away with my nocturnal escapes I don’t even know. I should’ve been caught long time ago but maybe I’m just lucky that my cabin mates and counsellor are heavy sleepers.
I had grabbed my shoes and put on my Adidas after I managed to get out the window. I was wearing long pyjamas and a sweater good I’m usually cold at night even with the sleeping bag.
I have to admit that I can move with stealth after so many years of orienteering at camp and playing survival. No one would ever see or hear me coming.
I crept through the woods…
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