I can't take the voices in my head. I can hear all the campers, chattering away loudly in the mess hall.
This entire island echoes with the loud hum of activity.
I know they're all in my head. This island is secluded and secret. It was their treat to bring the summer camp to here. So much noise. I never knew kids would be so loud.
They can't be real voices. Only I know where the island is, where I live. If people knew where it was, I would have been found by now.
Why is this island still filled with their loud, screaming voices? It's supposed to be filled with silence.
I thought I killed them all.
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