[Samara]
I leaned against Dylan’s side as Leslie started to talk. His voice was oddly soothing and held a touch of mystery. We were all hanging onto his every word.
“Ok, ahem…a lovely family of four lived in a suburban area. The father was an accountant of the local town bank, while the mother was a realtor. The two kids, two boys, were in high school…they lived a rather mundane life, working on routine and order. The parents were strict but there was a camping trip coming up and the boys were hesitant to ask to attend. After all, their parents weren’t the ones to allow a lot of freedom. But…the eldest boy approached their parent one night during dinner…” Leslie paused, and I held my breath. “So…there is this thing…the boy stated nervously, and his mother barely looked up from her meal.
