My younger brother and i went camping for the first time, i had finally convinced my parents into letting us go together, we had so much fun, bought so many snackes, tolled horror stories, then we slept, in the morning however, he was gone..

Back home, it was a mess...i was blamed for not watching over him, my mom was crying, my dad shouting at the police, this went on for a month, until one day, the police came with no other than my brother, they confirmed it was him, everyone was so happy, except me, this person looked like my brother, acted like him, talked like him, but it wasn't him, i know, because a month ago, i killed my brother and buried him deep in the woods, who ever this is, seems to know what i did, as they stare at me with their empty eyes.