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My name is Richard. I used to work at a summer camp for kids named „Ashberry“"Ashberry" for some time back in the day. I say „use"use to“to" because I left the job when strange occurrences started happening around the camp. You see, kids started disappearing or dying for an unknown reason. It became an urban legend at the camp over theyears, but today that camp is closed. It has been that way for 20 years. I can't remember much about it, because I got traumatized byan event a year ago. My mother died at the age of 65 and I felt hopeless, Doctors said that finally I became so hopeless that I tried to end my life by jumping out of the window. But instead I got a head injury and ended up in a come for two months.

I think I'm dreaming... There it is... An old iron rusty gate of the camp now resembling more of a cemetery entrance than a kids camp. But this must be it. I can see something written on the top of the rusty gate. I think it says „Ashberry“"Ashberry". Hell yes! Now it must be it!

Back then It was a pleasant experience, but now, It is haunting and disturbing, Knowing that most of these children are dead or still missing to this day... I can't remember much but my instincts tell me where to go, And I trust them for now. It doesn't seem like the flagpole is far from there. I think it's just around the corner. Oh, I think I can see it. Yes, this is it. There is no flag on the flagpole of course, I couldn't see it from the distance, But now I can see that there is a flag. But itBut it is down on the ground next to the ashes of a fire. The same fire where the children use to tell stories back in the day. There were still a few ashes. Amazing how the wind didn't scatter them all over the place. I can now see the flag and I can confirm that this is in fact the „Ashberry“"Ashberry" camp I use to work at all those years ago.