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A Night Under the Stars That Turned Terrifying

What was supposed to be a carefree camping trip quickly shifted into something no one at MacMasters Beach will ever forget. Sixteen-year-old Jeremy Webb had spent the evening laughing with friends, grilling simple campfire sausages, and settling in for what should have been an ordinary night.


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But sometime after dinner, something felt wrong — terribly wrong.

When Breathing Became a Battle

Jeremy reportedly began struggling to breathe, stumbling toward a nearby caravan to get help.

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