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It’s the middle of the night when you wake with a strange feeling. The cabin is dark and quiet. Everyone seems to be asleep in their sleeping bags and blankets—except one. You glance over and realize Lottie is gone. Looking around for a moment, you wonder where she could’ve gone. The feeling starts to weigh on you, so you slowly get up and make your way outside. It’s dark, and the crickets are loud. Then you spot Lottie standing there, completely still, as if she’s in some kind of trance.