It was her first year as junior counselor at the very camp she visited every year as a child. Those years, the teenage counselors had spent more time in crafting horrific tales to frighten the young children into never wanting to visit the one pier that was furthest away from the cabins.

Tales that were passed down from the generations that called Camp Hidden Lake all revolved around the same misfortune that befall one young female camper. The young girl was a regular there from the time she was five and each year, the other campers would tease her due to the hand-me-downs she would wear and the news of her mother being sent to a mental hospital. Year after year, the girl would put up with it. This all changed the year the girl turned fifteen. What started out as a casual fling of an insult turned into a small pocket knife through the chest. Before nightfall, the teased girl had slaughtered the entire camp. When the police had finally arrived, they were horrified by all the blood. Among the blood and bodies, they never found the killer. As the years went by, the police and community all assumed the girl had either killed herself or disappeared for good.

Fast forwarding to the present, the young blonde was happy to be a part of the junior counselor group with her friends. As tradition expected, that first night they shared the story of the crazed killer and told the campers to be careful when visiting that last pier. It was where the girl took her first victim. The campers were frightened by the tale and the blonde teenager felt the need to play a harmless prank on them. She had the other counselors lead the group of campers towards the pier as she headed back to her cabin to grab some fake blood.

With blood and plastic knife in hand, she made her way to the pier when the sound of screams filled the air. A sense of panic had sunk in and she sprinted towards the pier. Once she reached it, the ghostly sight of a girl slicing the scared campers greeted her. Blood drenched the wooden planks of the pier as bodies crumpled down. The blonde counselor turned to run when she slipped and fell on the slick surface. It was a good thing that she landed face down as the ghastly murderer took her pocket knife and began shredding the frightened female's back into ribbons of flesh.

When the sun rose the next morning, the camp owner's were startled to find the grisly sight that awaited them. They both knew it had to be the same girl who slaughtered all those campers from generations before.