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Jeff Porter was inside the telephone booth.
With him was his girlfriend, Sandra Dyer.
'Hey, Ted! Just calling to let you know we're near Miner Road, near the Dairy Queen. So, you take the right near the Crystal Lake Diner, then upwards towards Cunningham Road. Yes, I got it. I...'. He was interrupted by Crazy Ralph. 'I warned the others. They didn't believe me. You're doomed; you're all doomed!'. Jeff stared at the old man, as he rode his 1950's-era bicycle around the corner. Suddenly they were shrugging their shoulders.
Then Jeff's truck was towed away by Max Murphy, the 50 year old owner of the garage. 'Hey, he's towing our van', Sandra said. 'Hey, asshole! That's my van!'. Jeff ran to the top. Sandra saw a tall, thin, red haired prankster laughing. 'Welcome to God's Country', Ted Anderson said.294Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡggCIZ7LHQo
'You asshole!', Jeff smiled.
'Thanks, Max'.
Ted gave him a $100 bill.
The van was gently came to the ground.
And the three teenagers saw Max off, as Jeff drove to the new Counsellor Training Camp.
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The road was blocked.
'Stop!', Ted yelled.
They saw the log in the middle of the road.
'Someone put it there', Ted said.
'Why? And what for?', Jeff asked him.
'I heard a lot of stories in Crystal Lake. Rumors mainly of supernatural events', Ted answered.
'Bullshit!', Jeff said.
They removed the log, and placed it into the ditch.
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Sandra walked around.
Suddenly she saw a sign.
Written on it were the words: CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE.
'Hey! Look at what I found'.
'Camp Blood', Ted stated.
'Camp Blood', Jeff gasped.
'You don't want to hear about that, before lunch', Ted said.
And they left, and Jeff drove to the new campgrounds.
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