The Bloody Trail

A summer’s day at Camp Redwood,
where laughter rings and joy abounds,
but beneath the sunlit surface lies
a secret buried in the grounds.

A killer stalks the unsuspecting,
with a blade as sharp as winter’s chill,
and in the night, the campers vanish,
lost to the shadows of the hill.

Blood-red footprints mark the trail,
a path of horror through the trees.
Where once was heard the song of birds,
now whispers haunt the summer breeze.

Each step a tale of terror spun,
each mark a life cut short too soon.
A summer camp turned hunting ground,
beneath the pale and silent moon.

Hide if you must, but the blood will find its way.
For in the heart of Camp Redwood,
no one lives to see the day.

The Bloody Trail remains a scar,
upon the land and in the mind,
a warning to the brave who dare
to leave their innocence behind.