𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑⁹⁴

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sunday, 2nd of october 1994

day 5936

"killer capital usa, after a week of terror, shadyside continues to live up to its twisted nickname. clad in a halloween skullmask, shadyside graduate ryan torres kicked off the day of terror with a massacre at the mall. and now this morning the community was plunged into terror yet again as sherrif department with more reports of carnage at east union medical. police believe the murders were fueled by anpthemines. local teenagers, kate schmit 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." played through the tv which emitted a low glow into the dark room. a women sat on her sofa listening to the latest news. she reconized the kids, especially the boy. he was a worker in that grab and bag, he had offered to help her carry her back to her car multiple times. and that's when a clock alarmed out and she stood, leaving the scrap of paper on the table.

'it's happening again.'

she made her way over to one of the many clocks in the room. and many was an understatement. the room was full of clocks, bookshelves stacked. and as if it were so kind of routine she made her way to the freezer, grabbing a microwave meal she had bought from that very grab and bag. some kind of mac and cheese. and a bottle of jim beam which she took the extra thought of putting in the glass with ice. and the women sat down to eat. eating the hot yet also frozen meal. before another alarm called out, those alarm clocks. so as written she made her way to the front door. locking it. not once, not twice, not three times but four times. and then the windows. and then the backdoor as her dog barked. when another alarm rang out as she locked the last window. minus the fact, she didn't lock it. feeding her dog as it continued to bark.

"impatient little bastard aren't ya?" she spoke as she scooped the food into the dogs bowl, and he immediately started scoofing it down. as dogs do. and she made her way back to the sofa, the tv softly in the background. and that's how she fell asleep. until there was a knock on her door. nobody ever knocked on her door. so she was up instantly, jolting awake. and the knocking continued until they were jolting the doorknob trying to get in. a flashlight shining through the windows and she was up, noticing the dog beginning to whimper. hiding him in the cupboard as the rattling continued. the window in the kitchen squeaking open. oh fuck. and she grabbed the knife. pushing the person to the ground. as they screamed.

"no, stop please." she cried. that voice.

"we called you." she pleaded. she looked down to see the face if a girl who's face twisted in fear. her freckle near her eyebrow. a cut and bruises littered on her face. the victims of last night. but that was-

"you're still alive?" and she dropped her arm. looking down at the girl. then to the johnson siblings in the window.

"why the hell would you come here?" she asked, and watched as anastasia looked from deena to her again.

"there's something very wrong with our friend." anya muttered and c. berman was following the girl outside joining deena and josh by her car. which was jolting slightly. and that's when deena opened the boot. revealing the insides. and berman jumped back.

"no, no, no. you need to leave." she ordered immediately. eyes blown wide as she looked around, scanning the area for something. or some people.

"you need need leave right now! you have no idea what you're doing." she ordered again as all. three of them turned to look at her in shock. she was supposed to help. but instead was walking away. now it was deena's time to jump in.

"yeah exactly, you were the only one person who knows what we're dealing with." deena pleaded stopping the women in her tracks of traveling back to her house.

"which is exactly why i don't want that thing anywhere near me. now get that car and it off my property." berman shouted pointing back at the car where anastasia and josh stood anya swatting sam to lay down and josh trying to shut the boot.

"her name is sam. you could have watched us dead on the six o'clock news but you didn't. you called us back." deena pleaded again.

"look, i can't help you with this." berman spoke, she was scared. from the way her shoulders shaked and her eyes dotted around the empty street.

"you are our last chance. the witch-"

"no." her hands immediately going to cover her ears.

"my girlfriend is possessed by her, tied up in a trunk. but you, you saw her. and you survived. what was different? please. maybe something happened to you. something that can help us. stop her."

"there's not, you can't stop them. run. far as you can. fast as you can. that is your only chance." and she was storming back to the house. ignoring deenas shouts.

"them?" and berman stopped once more. looking and at the girl, watching her face twinge slightly as she caught her gaze. berman looking back at anastasia.

"we can't just run. look sam. i can't let her die. i won't. i love her. please." deena pleaded once more but bermans eyes didn't leave anya's face. it was so weird. but it couldn't be.

"just keep her away from major tom." and in seconds they were dragging sam out of the boot of the car and towards the house.


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