Every year on every summer I used to go camping with my dad. I can’t remember the name of the area because it was a long time ago. It was the 7th of August, the date we always go camping, 2001. We had arrived at our spot. It was right next to a lake. The lake was huge and my dad told stories of a monster living near the lake to prey upon unlucky campers like us. I never believed him.
Until that day.