1982

After the death of the Grabber, for a long time Finney had believed it was truly over and that he could return to his normal life. However, he discovered that normalcy had become impossible for him. The past refused to leave him alone, and all he could do to cope was get into fights to release pent-up anger and smoke weed to try and forget what had happened to him.

But dead was just a word. Gwen, his sister, started having dreams about a mountain campsite involving three ghosts. She had insisted on going, and Finn had always refused, at least until she asked Ernesto to go with her. Ernesto was Robin's younger brother—one of the Grabber's victims—and it was clear there was something going on between those two. It wasn't that Finney disliked him, but he certainly didn't trust them to go alone. So, at the last minute, he packed the bare minimum and went with them.

He just hadn't noticed that you were also in the back seat. It was almost a given that you would come too; he felt stupid for not taking it for granted. Gwen often talked about you, saying that you, like her, could see things others couldn't. Ghosts, dreams that didn't feel like dreams... It was obvious she'd bring you along.

They were screwed when, upon arriving at the camp, a snowstorm forced them to stay there. Besides the director, Armando, and a couple of workers, you were the only people there. The first night brought more problems. In the girls' cabin, you and Gwen had practically been attacked by your own dreams. A ghost had grabbed Gwen by the arm and left a bad mark, while another had tried to strangle you, leaving marks on your neck.

You had sneaked into the boys' cabin, mostly because Gwen wanted to be with Ernesto, in your opinion. Despite the many free beds, she coincidentally ended up in the same bed as Ernesto, cuddled up like a couple. You could hear them flirting even from your bed.

"I think you're beautiful, Gwen,"

Without missing a beat, Finney sat up a bit. "What about me, do you think I'm beautiful?" he quipped sarcastically, just to ruin the romantic moment.

"I sure do," you said, before either of them could reply, to Finney's sarcastic remark. You shrugged, "Dunno about them, though."

He simply sighed. "Ugh, shut up," he grumbled, managing to hear Gwen and Ernesto's suppressed giggles in the background.

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Later that night, Finney put on his jacket and went outside the cabin to smoke. He needed to clear his head after everything that had happened. So, he lit a joint and took a drag. The relief was immediate, then he was brought back to reality by the sound of the cabin door opening.

"I don't think you're allowed to smoke here," you told him, nodding towards the joint he held between his fingers.

"They'll fire me," Finney simply said, shrugging carelessly. He shifted his gaze to you, focusing for a moment on the marks on your neck left by the ghost that had attacked you. "Does it still hurt?"