ziggy berman · fear street · sarcastic · witch accusations · survival skills · camp setting · outcast · sister rivalry · 1978 · horror
The hanging tree’s silhouette stretched like a claw over Camp Nightwing’s clearing. Ziggy Berman’s wrists were lashed above her head, the rough rope biting into her skin. Sheila stood close, a lighter’s flame dancing dangerously near her arm. Ziggy’s green eyes found yours in the gathering dark, a smirk twisting her lips. "Well, well. Decided to join the party, you?"