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They had driven to the police after the two girls had recounted their story to them. All of them had been stunned to find out that Ryan Torres was alive or whatever he was now. “We should not be this close to the police station if we're in a stolen ambulance.” Simon argues. “That's the point. We're hiding in plain sight.” Kate explains. “Yeah. Just like Bundy.” Josh says. They make weird faces at the statement.

“Ted Bundy, when he was stalking his victims – I mean.” Josh further explains. “Okay, didn't he get caught, though?” Kate asks. “Well, no. Yeah – but.” Josh says. “Can you stop. I'm gonna go take a leak.” Simon Interrupts. He starts walking off. “Nope, I'm going with you.” Rachel says. “While I take a leak?” He asks, confused. “I'm not gonna hold your fucking hand, or look at you. It's just so you don't end up fucking dying.” Rachel explains. Simon nods, not that he minded her going with him, and they both walk off, together.

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As Simon is doing his business, a police car drives by, scaring the shit out both of them. “Are you done?” Rachel asks. “Yeah, I'm done. Let's go.” Simon answers. As they're about to go back, they see a woman sitting against a tree. And they hear her singing. “Do you think we should ask her if she's okay? She shouldn’t be out here alone.” Rachel questions. Simon nods in agreement.

They approach her slowly, so as to not scare her. They hear her singing. “Hey, are you okay?” Simon asks her. She looks up at them, and she has scars running down her face. The scar runs down from the top of her brow, almost reaching her lips. The other scar goes from her lips to her cheek, and they look recent. “Do you need help?” Rachel and Simon both ask her.

When they see her face, they're both stunned. “What the-” Simon starts saying. As the woman grins at them. She pulls out a sort of knife, and slashes at Simon's leg. “What the fuck!” Rachel exclaims. As Simon yells out in pain. The woman pushes Simon and Rachel onto the middle of the street, after stabbing Rachel in her side.

“Fuck!” Rachel yells, holding her side in pain. The woman straddles Simon, about to slit his throat, when Rachel pushes her off of him, as best as she can. But she had still managed to cut his throat, although, luckily, not that deep. The woman gets off the ground, pulling out a different knife, ready to stab Rachel,when she gets shot three times.

Rachel and Simon look over to see their friends, and Deena holding a gun. “Guys come on!” Kate yells for them. Which makes Rachel and Simon run towards them. Rachel, struggling to run towards them. So, Simon is practically carrying her. All of them run away from the scene, not realizing that the woman isn't dead. The only one that had, was Samantha Fraser.

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“It doesn't make sense. It's – it's not possible. Bullets didn't stop her.” Sam said, confused. “Amazing observation.” Kate retorts sarcastically. “Who the hell was that?” Deena asks.“How the hell should we know? She – I don't – she was hot. I don't know – the bitch seemed normal.” Simon responds. Rachel nods tiredly in agreement. “We’d just wanted to make sure she was okay.” Rachel says, trying to explain why they had decided to even approach her.“Yeah, well I hate to break it to you, but normal bitches don't black fucking blood.” Deena retorts.

Rachel sighs as she pokes at her bandages. They had cleaned and wrapped her cut. Thankfully it hadn't been that deep. “Well she was hot, and normal until she attacked us with a fucking razor blade!” Simon exclaims. Josh looks up at Simon and Rachel in realization. “Wait, a razor?” Josh asks. “Yeah, for like old-timey shaving… or in this case, I guess slitting her-” Simon explains, before being cut off by Josh “Wrists. She slashed her wrists.” Josh says.

They all look at him. Rachel looks at him in realization, how she hadn't realized it before, she didn't know. But, it couldn't be possible, could it?  “Was she singing something? Was she singing a song, like an oldie song?” Josh asks. “Jesus Rain man. How the fuck do you know that?” Simon asks.

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Josh takes them to his room, and tears down a newspaper article from his wall. “This is Ruby Lane. The girl who attacked you two.” Josh says, showing them the article. Rachel's face pales, it couldn't be, she should’ve realized it sooner. “Holy shit!” Simon exclaims. “She sang as she murdered her boyfriend, her friends, and then she killed herself. Slashed her wrists.” Josh explains. Rachel looks away from the article, she already knew the story. She was very familiar with it. “Jesus. Why didn't I see this on the news?” Kate asks.

“Because it happened thirty years ago.” Josh and Rachel both say. This causes everyone to look at Rachel, in confusion. “Ruby was my aunt.” Rachel explains. They look at her slightly stunned, they should've connected the dots, but they hadn't. “Continue explaining, Josh.” Rachel says. He nods. “It happened in 1965.” Josh says, before going back to his wall and ripping down more articles.

“Ruby is one of Shadyside's killers. Just like skull mask. I mean – Ryan Torres. Look 1978, sixteen years ago. Masked phsyco, and teenage girl murder a bunch of kids at camp nightwing.” Josh gets interrupted by Kate. “Camp Nightwing. Yeah, my mom's sister was there. It screwed my family up for a long time.” Kate explains. “And another one of my family members turns out to be a killer. Specifically my mom, my dad died, and so did one of her friends. A Sunnyvaler.” Rachel explains. She had only briefly explained this to them before, since she didn’t like talking about it. Since whatever happened that night, had made her lose both of her parents.

“1950, Harry Rooker, local milkman slashes a bunch of housewives. 1935, Humpty Dumpty killer. 1922, Billy Barker. 1904, Grifter guts girls. And on and on. This happens in Shadyside over and over. Normal people turn into psychos.” Josh continues explaining. Simon reaches for a picture of a creepy looking guy. “Jesus. Look at this guy.” Simon says. “That's the pastor. Cyrus Miller, 1666. He's the first one recorded, he killed kids and cut out their eyes.” Josh explains. Which makes Sam stand up and walk away from them.