Teenagers in 1994 try to put an end to their town's curse before it is too late. Being 1 out of 3 survivors of a massacre can take a toll on a person. Y/n Berman and her sister Ziggy Berman are both survivors of the Camp Nightwing massacre. Both sis...
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I walked into the living room, sitting next to Ziggy, listening to the television play. "Killer Capital, USA. After a week of terror, Shadyside continues to live up to it's twisted nickname. Clad in a Halloween skull mask, Shadyside High graduate Ryan Torres, kicked off the day of terror with a massacre at the mall. And now an already mourning community is plunged into horror yet again as the Sheriff's Department reports more carnage at East Union Medical. Police believe that murderer were ruled by amphetamines. Local teenagers Kate Schmidt and Simon Kalivoda are the primary suspects. The scene of the final carnage was the local grocery store. Sheriff Nick Goode found the Grab and Bag soaked in blood and broken dreams."
One of Ziggy's obnoxious alarms went off, reminding her that it was time to start her stupid nightly routine. She has like a million of them to remind her of simple things. Let's just say adulting is hard. Getting up and turning it off, she walked to the kitchen and poked a few holes in a TV dinner. A glass of liquor next to her. A few minutes after she started eating her next alarm went off. Once she finished locking all the doors and windows Major started barking. And barking, and barking, he just wouldn't stop.
"Ziggy! Shut Major up!" I shouted as I pinched the bridge of my nose. "I can't stand living with you anymore."
"Then move in with your teenage sweetheart." Ziggy spat before feeding her dog.
"Go fuck yourself." I mumbled before grabbing the pack of cigarettes off the table.
Ziggy rolled her eyes. "Did you ask me for one?"
"I didn't ask for a lot of things. Being born was one of them." I answered with a sarcastic smile before looking for my lighter. "I swear you became bitchier over the years."
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A rapid knocking on the door woke me up, Ziggy had fallen asleep on my lap. It continued as I shook Ziggy awake. Then, knocking was heard on the back door. Once Ziggy realized she stood up and ran to Major. Whispering to him like a child that saw a bug. Turning off the TV, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. Standing against the wall, the window started rattling. Opening a person came in. Twisting their arm behind their back, I held the knife against her neck.
