Christmas World Comic Con

 **Title: "The Bite of Fear"** ### **Prologue** Camp Shadow Lake was one of those places that seemed timeless—a sanctuary where kids could escape the pressures of everyday life and embrace nature’s wonders. The camp was nestled deep in a valley surrounded by thick forests and a shimmering lake. It was the kind of place where legends were born, and stories were passed down from one generation to the next. Every summer, a new group of campers would arrive, eager to make memories and test their courage. This year, however, the camp was about to become the setting for a terrifying ordeal—one that would turn the peaceful retreat into a nightmare. ### **Chapter 1: Arrival at Camp** The buses rolled up to Camp Shadow Lake, and the doors swung open with a hiss. Dozens of kids poured out, their voices filling the air with excitement. They were greeted by counselors who handed out cabin assignments and led them to their new homes for the next two weeks. Among the campers was 14-year-ol...

 ### **Escape Room Escapades: A Play (Continued)** **Narrator:**   Having successfully conquered the escape room, G Ma and her friends decide to celebrate their victory with a night out. They head to a nearby bar, a cozy spot with dim lighting, a jukebox playing oldies, and a bartender who seems to have seen it all. As they settle into their booth, they browse the drink menu, each option more exotic than the last. --- **Scene 6: The Bar** **Narrator:**   G Ma, Doris, Mabel, and Ethel sit at a round table, menus in hand, as they try to decipher the list of cocktails. The atmosphere in the bar is lively but with a slight edge—something about the night feels just a bit off, though they can’t quite put their finger on it. **G Ma:** (Scanning the menu)   “Alright, ladies, what’s everyone having? We deserve something fancy after today’s adventure.” **Doris:** (Squinting at the menu)   “Tea Killer? I ain’t drinking no tea killer. Sounds like a potio...

  *A Christmas Tale* --- **Chapter One: The Announcement** Snow fell gently on the small town of Pineville, a quaint, quiet place where nothing much ever happened. But that all changed the day a local radio station announced a treasure worth millions was hidden somewhere in town. "Millions, folks! That’s right, you heard it here first," the DJ's voice crackled over the airwaves, "and it's up to YOU to find it! Merry Christmas, Pineville!" By lunchtime, Pineville was buzzing with excitement. Radio and TV stations launched contests to lure in treasure hunters. The streets were filled with a mix of eager townsfolk, treasure seekers from far and wide, and a suspicious number of mysterious strangers in dark coats. **Chapter Two: The Players** Sheriff Hank "The Hammer" Jenkins sat in his office, flipping through the latest flyer from the local diner when his phone rang. "Sheriff, we got a problem," Deputy Riley stammered on the other end. ...