"come on sam." anya mumbled under ger breath as she helped deena drag the girl to the bathroom of c.bermans house. the girl snapping at the two girls, yet neither of them made the movement to jump away. anya wasn't scared of her. and deena knew sam better then everyone. she knew this wasn't sam, this was sarah fiers doing. josh stood at the door watching as they tied her up to the radiator in the bathroom. before joining  berman in the front room. all three of them finding the women in the room surround by clocks. she seemed to rumging through drawers, looking for something.

"it's all okay. she's tied up in the bathroom. so like totally can't leave now. we're cool." josh spoke as she stood to look at them. flicking her eyes to each kid. hearing sam screaming and roaring from here.

"take a seat." she told the three and like it was an order they followed it. all of them sitting sitting the floor before the chair berman sat on. it's like they were children listen to a teachers story. which technically, they were.

"in shadyside, the past is never really past." the women started as she began to flip open a book. it was old and run down but the writing was clear as day. inscriptions of kinds, funky writing and doodles. with scraps of newspaper. and pictures.

"this was july 12th. summer of 1978. the first day of camp. a week later my sister was dead." she spoke softly, her breath shaky. she wasn't scared, she was terrified. like just thinking about it hurt. and she dropped a polaroid. to the floor.  it was a picture of two girls stood infront of a sign. a camp nightwing sign. the two sisters. the berman sisters.

and c.berman flickered through the book, another picture falling out. this one was three people. two teenagers and a younger boy. the two teens in the water as the younger boy sat in a boat.

"who are those?" anastasia asked as deena picked up the picture, getting a closer look. before looking up at anya. then back to the picture.

"what the fuck!" deena spat making them confused as they waited for an answer. was she dead too? deena surely reconized her from the reaction. josh shuffling over for a better look too as she lifted it up. till anya's face and the picture were in line without one another. the same freckle in her eyebrow, every freckle in the same spot littered across her skin. the only difference was the hair. it was lighter. only by a bit and that was most likely because of the sun anyways.

that's anastasia simmons, with her brother and boyfriend, the camp nightwing killer." and deena picked up the polaroid to get a closer look. small freckle beside eyebrow. looking up at anya and flickering back down to the girl in the photo.

"that's you?"

"that's not possible." anya spat snatching the photo from deena's hands out to find it was true. there she was. laughing and smiling in water. it was her alright.

"oh but it's you. look." c.berman spoke again. standing from her chair and walking over to a wall surronded by pictures and clips of newspapers. she lingered over a certain area.

camp nightwing massacre.

"you died that night. you were one of them. i saw it happen with my own two eyes as your boyfriend axed your arm off. as you crawl to me before dying. why are you still alive? how are you still alive?"