Chapter Two
The bell rang.
Paul Holt, 25, was in charge of the camp.
He had long, blonde hair, blue eyes, and average height. He wore a grey T-shirt, blue shorts, black socks, and black shoes on his feet. 'Good morning. Welcome to the camp. I'm Paul Holt. Ted is back again. Mark, you helped out last year. Scott, you need all of the help you can get, buddy. If my Assistant, Ginny, ever gets here, you can all head to the cabins'.
Suddenly Ginny Field, a 21 year old Child Psychologist, appeared.
'You're late!', Paul said.
'I was getting food and supplies', Ginny said.
'I see'.
'I'm here, right'.
'Yes', Paul said.
'Bullshit, Paul'.
And she smiled.
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Crazy Ralph saw the campers.
He couldn't believe they would ignore his warnings.
He watched intently.
As he did so, he had a bad feeling that he was being watched.
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'Why?', Jeff asked her.
'Because it'll be great'.
'But, we'll be caught', Jeff said.
It was too late.
They saw the campgrounds.
And went inside.
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'Muffin! Muffin!', Terry said.
The dog was small, and didn't bother anyone.
She sighed, and hoped the animal was back to her.
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Muffin saw Jason Voorhees.
The killer waited, and then ignored it.
It looked at the killer.
Then it was scared, and fled towards the cabins.
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Jeff and Sandra saw the Crystal Lake Police Officer.
'Who are you two? This is private property'.
'We're exploring-', Sandra said.
'You're from the camp, right?'.
'Yes', Jeff said.
'Follow me', Crystal Lake Police Officer Peter Markham said.
He was greying, and was overweight. At 48, he wasn't interested in exercise. They headed into the office.
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'I hear you, Officer. But, the kids are being kids. Nothing bad will happen. Trust me!'. Paul smiled.
'Thank you, Mr. Holt. We won't let you down again', Jeff said.
'Thank you', Sandra said.
And they left the Office.
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Officer Markham was furious.
'What! No punishment! What type of camp are you running here, Holt?', he asked. Paul pondered in deep thought.231Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfqchMxzD8W
'Ginny. No seconds for dessert for Jeff and Sandra'.
Ginny wrote down the order.
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Officer Markham had had enough.
He stormed away.
As he did so, a figure ran across the dusty road.
'Hey! You!'.
He stumbled towards the campgrounds. He ran through the oak trees, and the stones that was full of deep water. He saw an old, dilapidated shack in the middle of the woods. He didn't think anyone could live here. He went inside. The place was a nightmare: full of broken cords; electrical faults; and more water. Officer Markham was careful to move around before he could see the stranger. He opened the door; he uttered: 'Jesus!'.
He saw the temple which was for Mrs. Pamela Sue Voorhees.
He backed away in horror.
Then, in a matter of seconds, he heard the sound of footsteps.
The hammer struck his head, and his body fell into the water.
He was dead instantly.
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Jason Voorhees dragged the body away, and the shack was silent once more.
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