𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 ⦊ 𝒇𝒔⁹⁴

𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆

and eventually they were all back at the table. well minus sam and deena. kate and anastasia sitting at one side. simon kneeling the other, josh at the end as they flickered through tons of news reports. the killers.

"none of this is random. it's sarah fier." josh said placing the image he had ripped out of a book on the table. the hanging lady.

"i don't think it is." anastasia mumbled. the while group looking up at her. in conclusion. simon raising his brow. something was definitely wrong with anastasia today.

"think of it this way. why would, say a witch cast a curse on her own town for hanging her when the people who hung her where from sunnyvale. doesn't it seem a bit odd to you guys who it's only shadyside. the criminal captail of the us. when sunnyvale, is deemed the most beautiful." anastasia spoke as she lifted herself into the sofa. not felling the need for kneeling anymore.

"princess, you're being ridiculous. it is the witch. it has to be. she's a witch, witches cast curses. you said it yourself. the shadysidw curse." simon butted in, shutting the girl's thoughts down. just as she went to mention how sunnyvale were known as devil's yet never did anything wrong. like they made deals. but it was too late. they had gone back to the witch. sarah fier. the one turning shadysiders into killers.

"do you actually believe that? nobody actually thinks that witch shit is real?" kate questioned. looking between them all wondering if josh was being serious.

"yeah, it's something babysitter makes up to scare kids."

"mother fucker, you just agreed with josh and now you're agreeing with kate. make up your mind si." she spat causing simon to flip her off as they returned to their conversation.

"just listen to me. 1666, sarah fier was hanged for witchcraft. fact. but ever since she was executed she's been possessing people. turning them into killers. for revenge."

"it's like the nursery rymth?" simon questioned and without another word anastasia's leaped forward grabbing a pen and paper from the table. scribbling something down at an immense speed. shocking the group. what was wrong with her? blood dribbled down her nose, slappterimg into the page below.

'before the witches final breath, she found a way to cheat her death. like cutting of her cursed hand, she kept her grip upon out land. she reaches from beyond the grave, to make good men her wicked slaves.'

multiple drawings quickly sketched in places. a hand. the hanging. and rows of graves each with names of killers.

"what the fuck?" kate questioned eyes blown wide as anastasia fell back  whipping the blood from her nose. watching her as she begins panic. something was really wrong. her eyes darting around the room.

"don't you see what happening to us? look at her. this is all proof. shadyside isn't just a hot bed for pyschos. all these massacres are connected to her. sarah fier. the witches curse us real."

"fine let's assume the witch has been possessing people for some kind of messed up vendor. this isn't the same as the mall massacre. something is different is happening to us. something way worse. okay, we have 2 of those bastards after us. and both of them are dead. why is she so mad at us?"

"she was buried in the woods, hidden not too deep. so those who find her no longer wish to leave. the one who lies under red, will be awoken by the touch of red. the child who was born but never birthed, an unworthy witches mark. for a witch who never learnt. she knocks three times, on the third knock. all they've ever known. gone." anya mumbled. the pairs of eyes cracking back up to her. anastasia who sat on the sofa, hugging her knees to her chest. mumbling words. something was really wrong. watching as her face grew red. she wasn't breathing. she was choking. images of many flashed in her mind. red. oh everything was red. screaming. bringing her hands to her ears to drown it out. simon leaping from his seat, rushing to her. scooping hearing his arms as she choked.

"anastasia fucking stop. you're scaring me." he screamed, shaking her. but it didn't stop. till footsteps were running back down the stairs. a scream leaving sam's lips.

"i saw her. and so did anastasia." a voice broke out. causing anastasia's to snap out of it. no longer choking on air coming back to her senses to meet a scraed simon. who was hugging her close, rocking her gently. almost like he had almost lost her. what the fuck happened?

"last night. i don't know. in my head. it was her. i saw the witch." and just like that it hit anastasia again.