The Masks Camping Grounds
A group of tents... made from sticks and burlap. There is always a fire, always a fire. Over the flame is a spit holding an indistinguishable creature, it seems to be well cooked. All tents seem to be poorly made... they're in a forest but not a normal forest. This forest has wicked trees, from the black you see eyes. More than one watching your every move, following you. They grow closer the more you stay, till they're too close...
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The Burlaps
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