Come away with me to the lake…it’ll be romantic,” that’s what Josh begged. I agreed to go with him, believing he was trying to make things work, but I never should have listened. The lake cabins were cozy and romantic, the lake picturesque, but the communal dining hall is where things turned.The cook looked like something from the Twilight Zone and the food smelled like something from Swamp Thing. I couldn’t eat, but Josh and the others did. And then they started arguing; Josh started yelling. Then they all dropped dead. I got the hell out and haven’t looked back.