Mysterious Camp Disappearance Unsolved Tragedy

My corpse is discovered by Nathaniel Findlay after thirty-two hours and change. For the past seventeen hours, it was unclear what I was missing. Fourteen times since, my roommate, Brie, pointed out to our camp counsellor that my bed was still organized after we left the day before. It was exceptionally exciting back then. Every snapped twig was exhilarating, the night filled with dampness from trees and smoke from fires, the lake full of light, and the moon slanting gracefully above it.

With cold sweat, Brie gripped my hand tightly to the place where others stood by the fire with Bluetooth music and cheap beer in the water. The sky and the land looked so dark and blended together that no visible horizon line existed. I was given a bottle by a guy whose name was Jordan. Thanks to someone playing Phoebe Bridgers softly in the background, I could hear the wind in the pine trees.

The headline for the first article is: "Local College Sophomore Missing After a Late Night at the Pool." The team assembles the divers. The search dogs are set loose to explore more areas. With their arms intertwined, the volunteers move into the brush as if hoping to touch something. As a helicopter flies above, it makes the atmosphere jittery. However, nature remains silent in the forest.

I begin asking the questions. When was your last meeting with her? Was Alexa drinking the night she passed away? Were his feelings of sadness caused by depression? Angry? Do you feel off? There are uncertainties, but points are mostly trending to normal. I could hear her noisy laughing. She was moving to the music by dancing. She was singing bits of songs and discussing her final homework.

I float downstream and end up stuck among some reeds beside a broken dock. The coroner reports that I received a blow to the head and had water in my lungs. The person died as a result of drowning. An experience of great pain.

The campers are asked about what they have experienced. She left me with Luca, her previous boyfriend, who I'm told is soft-spoken, has a gloomy side and is still obsessed with me. He firmly believes that talking took just a little while, barely sixty seconds. The thing we argued over was pointless. I did not try to do anything about it.

But when I turned on the UV light, I saw his skin and hair on my hoodie. Nevertheless, he continues to believe what he believes. He might be embarrassed about what he did. He may be aware that guilt doesn't take much to become an accusation.

The truth? We kissed. Like we wanted to get rid of something before the morning. I cared for him more than I made it seem. I cracked a joke, didn't want to think about it and walked out of the conversation. Now, I wish for another chance, not due to my death, but since the sidewalk was my last.

We also have Harlow. She said she heard Luca's parents arguing right before we came into her room. She denies this, claiming the whole thing was for another reason. Harlow declared that Brie pushed me into the road. She actually saw it. That I accidentally lost my balance. Brie has mentioned that Harlow tends to be quite dramatic.

However, Harlow is fed up with how often people overlook her. A girl who gets excluded from the dominant group pictures. The one that has the wrong name next to them in every group chat. She answers the questions offered by the police. It may be an exaggeration. Those that look the same when they are carefully examined.

As the music fades away, no one sees that the two guys in cargo jackets have simply left the building. People do not recall how they looked, but everyone loved the glass-shattering laugh they had. They claimed they used tranks, which could even put an elephant to sleep. I did not take any shots. I didn't feel I had to.

One person asked if I wanted them to accompany me when I was leaving. I disagreed. However, my voice did not sound steady. As I went to the camp, I could hear my shoes squashing the wet moss beneath me. I decided to go towards the river on the right. Quieter. Brighter. I convinced myself that it was safer to do it like that. I didn't bother to write to anyone after coming back. The issue never came up for me.

Ten days later, we grew suspicious of our ecology instructor, Mr. Lang. He's always friendly, often charming and pays too much attention to us. According to Marcos, he woke up with an illness and discovered that Lang was coming near the tents where the girls slept. Lang refuses to tell anyone where he is. Greg calls Brie in after school then and explains that, due to his confusion, he did not mean to offer private tuition. It referred to help with studies. No hidden dealings.

Harlow is the one who reveals the next shocking news. She told the interviewer that she went to Lang that night. He took her to the boathouse. The lack of any type of event. He was simply kind and caring towards her.

It is currently illegal to gather with others in Lang. However, Batman can prove he was not at the crime scene. The case stalls for another length of time.

I did not find any physical proof that either Brie or Luca killed me. None of the pills I tested from my records are present in the ones near the firepit. The medical examiner writes "undetermined trauma." Eventually, people protested by saying it was just a tragic accident. It is said that I was able to jump. The date with Nathaniel failed to go my way. I got sucked in.

Rumours blossom. She felt pressured by her situation. She was not doing well at all. Her parents would put too much pressure on her. She was getting lower grades. She wished to end her education and leave school. All of it is untrue. However, the truth soon becomes irrelevant after the news disappears.

At some point, only a few active members are left. The shows continue to progress. My parents nervously describe the fund my name that they have set up. She relocates to Oregon. Luca transfers. Harlow creates a blog.

A best-selling book filled with made-up facts may be written about me at some point. In an upcoming episode of BuzzFeed Unsolved, I might be reduced to a five-minute clip. #JusticeForMae may become a TikTok craze. But most likely not. 

  After all, I'm just another girl who disappeared between the trees, engulfed by a stillness that no one cared to enquire about long enough to end.