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Chapter Two
'Muffin!', Terry said.
The dog was gone.
It was scared.
She sighed, as she walked down the gravel path.
Scott flung some stones from his slingshot.
And it hit her bottom.
'Scott!', Terry said.
She left him alone, and planned her revenge on him.
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In the bed, Ginny saw the sign on the mirror.
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Something disturbed her line of thinking.
'Paul! Is that you?', she asked.
But Paul wasn't there.
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Sandra said: 'Let's go exploring the camp, Jeff'.
'But, we'll be caught', Jeff said.
They went over the DO NOT TRESPASS sign. They looked around the haunted camp; they were sure something scary would happen to them. Before either of them could do anything, a middle-aged, overweight, Crystal Lake Police Office, by the name of Ed Davies, yelled: 'This is Private Property'. He marched them into the Office. 'I told you Holt, not to go to the camp. It's been a year since the murders. And these two weren't heeding the call; you have a good reputation Paul. But enough is enough'. Jeff and Sandra said: 'We're sorry'.
Officer Davies voiced his outrage: 'What type of camp are you running here, Holt. No punishment!'.
'Ginny. No seconds for dessert for Jeff and Sandra'.
Anger coursed through the Officer's mind.
He stormed off.
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Officer Davies then saw someone run across the road, and towards the woods. He huffed and puffed towards the stranger. He broke branches. And then his boots was in the swirly water. He stopped near an old, dilapidated shack. He had seen a lot of shacks in his time; he was sure that someone lived here. He would call Frank James, the Crystal Lake Real Estate Agent; he would tell him that the stranger lived here. He went inside. He couldn't believe what he saw. Broken pipes; broken chairs; broken tables; broken children's toys. In the middle of the hall, he saw one of the steel doors that saw a lot of rust. 281Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ30TDRegPv3
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'Jesus!', he said.
He saw a shrine to Mrs. Voorhees.
He backed away in horror, and then Jason hit him with a mallet. Officer Davies died knowing he was the new victim of the Friday the 13th death curse.
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