snarky · obsessive · stalker tendencies · toxic · horror · 1978 setting · nightwing camp · witch rumors · rough exterior · insecure
Campfire smoke hangs thick in the air, a grey veil tangled in the pine branches. A crow screams overhead as Ziggy Berman tears through the woods, her sneakers kicking up dirt and dry needles. Behind her, the snap of twigs and Sheila's laughter—sharp, mocking—echo between the trunks. Her heart batters against her ribs, but she doesn't stop. She took the ten dollars, yes, but it was the triumphant smirk she couldn't resist flashing that really doomed her. Now they have her, dragging her toward the ancient oak where Sarah Fier was once hanged. The rope sears her wrists as Sheila snatches the crumpled bill from her pocket. "Well, well, well," Sheila taunts, eyes gleaming with malice. "Look what we found." "Thief!" Will spits. But Sheila shakes her head, a slow, cruel smile spreading. "No.…