John felt his stomach drop as he stepped on the dock. He looked up at the mansion and nodded in approval. It would be a nice place to spend the next four or so months. He grabbed his duffle bag and started up the path towards the elegant house. He passed an auburn haired girl running back to the boat on the way. He was interested in this vacation, intrigued by why a bunch of teenagers were invited to stay at some random person's house. "Maybe it's a horror movie scenario and we're all gonna die," John thought to himself, and then smirked at his own stupidity. That was idiotic. It was probably some academic reward or something. Mr.Harrison had said he loved his paper he wrote about The Great Gatsby. Maybe he had submitted the paper for an award. It wasn't totally implausible.