Chapter Two
Friday, June 13, 1979
Camp Crystal Lake had changed. The darkness of the social, economic, and political, landscape, had taken its toll; the ghosts of the 1960's, was gone; the 1970's was full of trauma: The Pentagon Papers in 1971, (over the Vietnam War); and the Watergate scandal on June 17, 1972, that brought down President Richard M Nixon in August of 1974. Annie Phillips was born in 1960. Her parents, Edward and Margaret Phillips, were teachers from a Catholic School. They were deeply religious. 'If President Truman made America better post World War II, the country will thrive'. Annie didn't care. She was a hitch hiker. In the summer of 1977, she travelled America in her "Gap Year". Then she returned to the old ways of her Mom and Dad. After a fight, she left home in the Fall of 1978. She was eighteen. She had brown hair, bright, blue eyes, and average height. Her plaid shirt kept her warm; her blue, flared, jeans were new.
The Gas Station was nearby.
A dog was watching her.
'Hello boy, sorry girl'.
She walked past the old bridge.
She headed across the dusty road in the 89 degree weather.
Her brown shoes hit the ground.
And she opened the Crystal Lake Diner's door, and went inside.
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'Excuse me, but can anyone take me to Camp Crystal Lake?', she asked the eating, and drinking, customers.
'That's three miles away, Enos?', Mary Frank, the 53 year old asked the 60 year old truck driver.
'About that', Enos answered.
'They're opening that camp up again?', Herb Salter asked.
'Name's Annie'.
'Come on, Annie. Let's go!'.
Enos opened the door. He had paid for his hamburger with the lot, and warm coffee. He had tipped Mary an extra $20. And then he headed to his 1959 year old truck. Suddenly Crazy Ralph, the 64 year old doomsayer, said: 'You're going to Camp Blood, ain't ya? It's got a death curse'.
'Shut up, Ralph', Enos said.
'You're doomed!'.
And he rode his old 1930's-era bicycle around the corner...and headed to the haunted camp.
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In the van, Annie thought that Enos was bothered.
'I am looking after fifty inner-city kids, and some staff. I like to cook. Look, there's something you're not telling me'.
'Quit! Quit!'.
'Why? You're not behaving like Old Ralph back there...'.
'Leave...leave now'.
'Why?'.
'Did Steve Christy tell you about the boy drowning in '57; the two campers killed in the barn in '58? The sabotage in '59; the poisoned water in '60. And for what! Camp Crystal Lake is cursed'.
'I don't believe in ghosts. I'm an American original'.
'I'm an American original. You're like my three grown up daughters. Heads full o' rocks. Dumb kid! Here's where I drop you off, Annie. Good luck!'. As Enos drove away, Annie grabbed her luggage, and trudged up the dirt road, unaware that her life would be cut short.
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Annie heard it.
The sound of a Jeep coming down the ashy road.
She saw that it was coming really fast.
It abruptly stopped.
'Camp Crystal Lake', Annie said.243Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvNlym6duVW
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'I don't believe in death curses. Bad karma, you know. Besides, Steve Christy hired me because I can cook. But I enjoy the summer in June or July. Hey, wasn't that the sign to Camp Crystal Lake back there?', she asked quizzically. The driver went faster; the Jeep went from 40mph to 70mph in ten seconds.
Scared, Annie made a decision.
She opened the passenger-side door.
And threw her luggage on the road.
Then she felt her right ankle was sprained.
She hobbled into the wet, deep, woods.
The killer grabbed a knife and attacked her.
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The girl shivered near the oak tree.
She saw the killer, and the knife.
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The knife came towards her, and Annie's life ended.
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