Answering the beckoning call which rang in her head, Norma Baker drove to her hometown of Maysville. She knew the others would arrive soon. It was their fate, though that fate had been dictated forty years earlier by her very gang of misfits. As youths they had pledged to return to appease that which had haunted their memories since the summer of 1965, but too little had changed in Maysville. It stood in stasis, a monument to its existence, a memory born of life, and that was not all that found life upon the gang’s arrival. Horrid memories assailed them. Nightmares befell them. How could they put the past to rest when the past refused to die? There seemed no placating the victimized soul to whom they had returned. Hope gave way to despair. Norma had heard that you can never go home, but she had come home. to Maysville and her haunting memories. Memories, however, were not all to which Norma returned. Soon enough death came home. Contains some mature content.