𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 ⦊ 𝒇𝒔⁹⁴

𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖

"hello, who is this?" she asked as deena stood waiting but no answer came from anya as she shrugged her shoulders.

"hello?" she asked again, the silence was deafening.

"okay asshat, what's the point of pranking us. not funny dude. don't call here again-" she started going to put down the phone when finally there was a voice.

"you're still alive?" the person on the other side questioned.

"yes?" anya replied confused.

"anastasia wood?" the other side questioned and her brows furrowed.

"how do you know my name?" anya spat deena walking closer to the phone as well. listening in to the conversation.

"it's you. how-" what the fuck was this person on?

"who is this?" she asked. sam laid on deenas bed waiting for her to come back. when she heard the whispering.

"sam."

"you called me! wanted to know how i survived the camp nightwing massacre."

"c. berman."

"did you touch the bones? did you see her face?"

"no it's over." deena said taking the phone off anastasia. and anastasia stood in confusement. how did c.berman know her name. it's you? how are you still alive? none of it made any sense

"no it's over." deena repeated.

"over?" she replied.

"yeah but thanks for your prompt reply."

"it's not over. it's never over."

"we ended it. we stopped the killers."

"but you have stopped her. you can't. she makes the rules."

"who?"

"the witch. she'll do whatever it takes.  she brought her back. you're not safe. she'll find a way. she's coming for you. she always brings her back." a cave of kinds appearing in anastasia's mind. bring her hand to her head. markings in the ground. a ritual. of kinds. names upon the walls. not just any names, the names of the killers. tommy slater. ruby lane. ryan torres and the words appeared upon the stone. a new name. a new killer carving into the stone as as soke in tge background. samantha fraser.

c.berman couldn't believe it. that voice. she would recognise that voice anywhere. she had the phone on speaker as she stood. listening to sam snap. sam had appeared on the wall, se could tell. c.berman made her way over to the wall of photos, news papers and reports. finding the one she was looking for.

- - -

"the witch, the town curse. i thought they're was a way to end. but now i know there's no end." c.berman spoke as she flickered through a book of mysterious inscriptions and drawings. and she pulled out a polaroid.

camp nightwing. july 12th, summer of 1978.

written on it.

"july 12th, summer of 1978. the first day of camp, a week later. my sister was dead." c.berman spoke as she dropped the picture on the floor. all of them looking at it. three people in the picture. 2 sisters, no doubt c. berman and her sister. and a girl.

"that's anastasia wood." deena picked up the picture to get a closer look. small freckle beside eyebrow. looking up at anya and the girl in the photo.

"that's you?"

‧⁺˚*･༓ ༒︎ ༓･*˚⁺‧

and there it is, the end of 1994. but not all is lost, the next story begins. its 1978. strap yourself in, its time for the summer camp of their lives.

until next time, hannah <3