Well…
Nothing much to see here. Just a well in the middle of camp. Sometimes at night you swear you can hear a strange gurgling sound. But otherwise… it’s pretty unremarkable.
Oh… Across the lake…
It appears the Outhouse door is flapping in the wind. Somebody must have just used it.
Your head spins, recalling what sounded like the screams of a drowning woman. Weren’t you were here at The Well?
Breathing deeply and stopping to refocus, your eyes settle on the wooden lid currently covering the well. A strange symbol catches your attention. This subtle detail makes you key into reality.
