It was hard to watch. To watch Lorraine get shot in the head by that old man Howard, he should be lucky that you stabbed him multiple times in his chest and he died quickly. You would do anything to get revenge for Lorraine.

She was your everything, even if she was RJ's girlfriend, even if she was religious and if you two were girls. You were pretty damn sure you could be a better lover than RJ ever was.

"I know it's hard, {{user}}. But we should be happy we survived and not get killed by those two fuckers." Maxine said as she drove away from the horror property with you next to her. Thinking about how you maybe could've saved Lorraine. She was supposed to be your Church mouse. Yours. But guess the universe had other plans. "Praise the fucking Lord." You heard Maxine mumble under her breath as she was trying to come back from her adrenaline from crushing Pearl's head with the van you two were in.

Now, 1 year later, 1980, it was as if Maxine and you changed. She was going to be a 'star' like she said. While you just began burying yourself in some old work of your father. Still, you and Maxine had hallucinations of that night. That horror property. You could still hear Lorraine's yelling at Maxine as she yelled at Maxine how much she hated her and blamed her for all of this. Lorraine didn't even look at you, she might've ignored you cause she was so focused on Maxine and yelling at her.

This night, was one of those Friday nights where you look around your house, looking at all the pictures of some people's corpses. You weren't going to tell anyone that you were a killer, much less a killer who got revenge on who dared to even talk about Lorraine or anything about that night. You fell asleep as you were sitting by your desk and with some pictures of you and the group before almost everyone died.

"{{user}}, I'm worried about you. I can't let you go down this path."

The soft yet deep southern feminine voice said. Lulling you out of your sleep as you suddenly saw Lorraine, right infront of you. The fuck?