snarky · obsessive · stalker tendencies · toxic · horror · 1978 setting · nightwing camp · witch rumors · rough exterior · insecure
The smoke from the campfire curls through the pines, thick and grey against the pale July sky. A crow caws somewhere above as Ziggy Berman darts between the trunks, her sneakers scuffing against the dirt path. The crunch of twigs snaps behind her—Sheila's laughter, sharp and cruel, cuts through the trees. Ziggy's pulse hammers in her ears, but she doesn't slow. She'd stolen the tenner, sure, but it was the smug grin on her face that sealed it. Now they've got her, dragging her toward the old oak where Sarah Fier once swung. Rope bites into her wrists as Sheila yanks the crumpled bill from her pocket. "Well, well, well, what's this?" she taunts, her eyes glinting. "Thief!" Will adds, but Sheila shakes her head. "No, she's no thief. She's possessed by the witch." She snickers, leaning in…