Camp Crystal Lake
Friday, June 13, 1958
One year later...
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Barry Jones, 17, was smiling as he was around the warm campfire. It was a cold, 63 degrees at Camp Crystal Lake; it was getting colder during the summery weather; it was as if the camp was cold all year around. Claudette Hayes, 16, was smiling at well; Barry saw the campers in the camp eager to listen to Claudette sing. It was 'Milk and honey...Hang your head, Tom Dooley! Hang your head, Tom Dooley...'. Barry wore the same yellow colored Camp Crystal Lake T-shirt, and blue colored shorts. They were blonde haired, and blue eyed.
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Barry waved at Claudette.
'Someone will see'.
'No one will. Come on!'.
Claudette saw the barn door open. In the dark sky was the full moon. The camp had a sinister look about it; the campers were asleep now. By 10:00 PM, Barry entered the barn. And they went inside. 'Does Mary Ellen kiss better than I do?', Claudette asked him. 132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjhmLAJoy1T
'How do I know?'.
'Oh, you'.
They ran upstairs.
Both of them kissed with passion.
Before either of them could do anything, the killer went inside the barn. Claudette said: 'Someone's here'. Barry fumbled around with the camp T-shirt with his hands; he muttered: 'We weren't doing anything...Really...'.132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvqxsmGpqZV
The knife came towards him.
Barry fell into the hay.
And he died.
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Claudette shivered.
'No. Please, no!'.
The knife came towards her, and she felt the knife across her throat. And they became the first victims of the camp's death curse.
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