(gif)-Criminal-Minds

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I used to be a camp counselor when I was a teenager, in the woods up around Vermont. I had the night shift, you know, tuck the girls in, turn off the lights, you know, the typical drill. Everything seemed fine. The kids were asleep, you know, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Until… I noticed that there was some blood, on the hallway floor. So I followed the blood trail down the hall to the camp director’s cabin, walked up to his bed, and… he was just lying there, underneath his covers, dead. Someone stabbed him. I ran out of there so fast, out the door, down the hall. I just remember it being really dark. Once I got to the door, there was another counselor there; I guess she heard me scream. They caught the caretaker on his way out of town. I guess he still had the knife on him…