The Summer Camp Nightmare
By the lake where memories lie, a summer camp where children cry, A shadow stalks the moonlit shore, leaving fear forevermore.
Tents that flutter in the breeze, haunted by the killer’s tease, A night of horror, deathly cold, a tale of terror, grim and bold.
Footsteps near the water’s edge, whispers rise from the hedge, Eyes that shine with deadly light, a figure moving in the night.
Silent screams and muffled cries, as the killer takes his prize, The campfire’s glow a fading spark, as terror reigns in the dark.
In the camp where shadows loom, every night brings certain doom, A killer’s rage that never ends, a story that no time amends.
hide if you might, but the nightmare holds you tight, In the heart of the summer’s dread, where the living join the dead.
Morning dawns with eerie calm, the camp now a ghostly psalm, no joyous cheer, only memories of fear.
The summer camp lies still and cold, its haunted tale forever told, Of nights where shadows walked the land, and horror held the upper hand.