More silly than scary, this horror comedy is more Meatballs than Friday the 13th, a playful stalker mystery that nevertheless is not quite a spoof of horror movies. The madcap storytelling keeps the characters and audience guessing with modern twists, satirizing fad diets, our dependency on our phones, and our natural inclination to overinterpret text messages and social media posts. The setup has fun by knowingly piling on horror cliches like the sleepaway camp being at the site of Indian massacres, witch burnings, and having at least one unexplained camp attendee disappearance. It’s a small budget effort with a limited cast and a single setting. Good for a slumber party with friends who don’t like anything too scary.

Mia’s destination wedding seems doomed when her bridal party is not too keen on doing all the work to transform a dilapidated summer camp into the venue of her dreams–when they begin to be killed off mysteriously, that doesn’t help either.Back in the 80s, Camp Pocumtuck was one of the strictest and most-religious summer camps ever known. It was forced to shut its doors when a young girl was struck by lightning. Before that, it was the site of a Native American massacre. And before that, several women were burned at the stake for being witches. Nowadays, Mia’s friends are not too keen on transforming this dilapidated summer camp into the wedding venue of her dreams. Mia’s wound a bit too tight and somewhat of a control freak. Her gay BFF has the hots for all the groomsmen and her maid of honor just wants good cellphone reception. Even worse, she accidentally sent an email invite to her annoying high school friend whom she hasn’t seen in years. But nothing will stop Mia from having a perfect wedding, not even when people begin disappearing in the night, and especially not when a spirit-possessed Teddy Ruxpin starts telling her to hide the bodies.