Shadyside, 1978. School's out for summer and the activities at Camp Nightwing are about to begin. But when another Shadysider is possessed with the urge to kill, the fun in the sun becomes a gruesome fight for survival. Y/n is a counselor at Camp Ni...
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Another Shadysider went crazy. When will this ever end? Nurse Lane was rather close to Ziggy and me. She was kinda like my personal therapist. For Ziggy, she was one of the only nice people. It really sucks that this happened...especially to her.
"Hey." I placed a consoling hand on Ziggy's shoulder. "How're you holding up?"
Ziggy rolled her eyes, "Now you care about me? About her? You didn't give a shit earlier."
I scoffed, "I'm not sure whether you got me mixed up with our bogus sister, but I'm always concerned. It's my fucking job, besides; I'm part of the reason your ass is still at camp."
"Whatever." She mumbled.
"Hey, Witch. Witches drugie sister. So sorry." Sheila spoke as she approached Ziggy. "I know you and Nurse Psycho were close. You can visit her in jail now."
"By the way, you might wanna check your stuff. I think there was an accident in cabin five." Sheila teased. Worry washed over Ziggy's face before she ran away.
Should probably let her cool off.
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It was now dinner time. Practically everyone was talking about Nurse Lane or her daughter Ruby. Sitting down next to Joan, I listened to Tommy talk about what had happened.
"Joan, got anything new?" I whispered as I sat down. She handed me a freshly rolled stick. Pulling out my trusty lighter, I held the flame under the stick. Inhaling once it had lit.
