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The sounds of voices of the campers were around the burning campfire. A full moon was in the night sky. Barry Kendall, eighteen, watched the others singing. 'Milk and honey...'. He watched Claudette James, his girlfriend. She smiled. Both of them had eyes for each other. They walked towards the old, nineteen thirties-era barn. Barry wore the yellow T-shirt with the words: Camp Crystal Lake. His blue shorts were new, as he smiled. 'Does Mary Anne kiss like me?', Claudette asked. 'How do I know? Besides, we're alone, aren't we', Barry said. 'Yes', Claudette answered. They saw the barn was full of farming equipment. Shovels; pitchforks; bales of hay; and a brown ladder that led to the attic, which was closed off to campers. As they kissed, the door opened. The killer was armed with a sharp knife. Claudette stopped. 'Someone's here', she said. 243Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtuXRQMotGp
Barry looked at the figure.
'We weren't doing-?', he asked the stranger.
The knife came downward, and his body fell onto the hay. Blood spilled downward; Claudette screamed in horror. 'No! No! Please, no!', she yelled. It was too late. The knife came towards her, as she shoved hay across from the killer. She screamed, and her body fell next to Barry's. The killer headed back downstairs, as the campers sang one last song. 'Hang your head, Tom Dooley! You're going to die!'.243Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡko2dGOB4ic
And everything went silent.
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Camp Crystal Lake, Friday, June 13, 1979
Twenty-one years' later...
Annie Phillips, nineteen, was the new camp cook. She had long, brown hair, brown eyes, and average height. She wore a plaid shirt, blue jeans, a black belt, red socks, and grey shoes on her feet. On her right hand was a watch. As she crossed the New Jersey bridge, she saw a dog near Burl's Gas Station. 'Hello, boy. Sorry, girl'. She looked at the Diner, and went to the front door. She saw several truckers, and locals, were sitting on cheap chairs, eating and drinking. A middle-aged waitress was serving coffee to Enos Blake, the sixty year old trucker.
'Excuse me, but can anyone take me to Camp Crystal Lake?', she asked.
'That's three miles away, isn't it, Enos', Karen Thomas, the waitress stated.
'They're re-opening that place again', Miles Daniels, a local, said.
'Yes', Annie said.
The locals shivered.
And she knew she was in trouble.
'I'll take you there', Enos said.
'Name's Annie'.
'Enos. Let's go, Annie'.
As he paid for his meal, he opened the front door of the nineteen fifties-era Diner. Before they could do anything, Crazy Ralph, the seventy year old doomsayer, said: 'You're going to Camp Blood, ain't ya. You'll never come back again. It's got a death curse', he warned.
'Shut up, Ralph', Enos said.
Crazy Ralph had short, greying hair, bright, blue eyes, and average height. He was slim.
He sighed, and rode his favorite bicycle towards the campgrounds. 'Piece of work, isn't he', Enos said.
Annie nodded, and knew that something was terribly wrong in the town of Crystal Lake.
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'Did anyone tell you about what happened?', Enos asked Annie.
'No', she answered.
'There was two camp counsellors who died in the barn in '58; the boy, Jason Voorhees, who drowned back in '57. The mysterious fires in '59; the water was poisoned in '60. Then the camp was closed by the Christy family. They were mad; they were broke, too. I don't know how Steve Christy, the son of the original owners, is doing there', Enos said.
'I'm taking care of fifty kids. They're good people. I'm the camp cook. You're saying there's ghosts there. I don't believe in ghosts', Annie said.243Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy9uXEt0uX8
'Go! Go!', Enos suggested.
'You're as bad as Crazy Ralph was. I'm an American original'.243Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbxvixMpa5I
'I'm an American original. You're like my three daughters. Head full o' rocks'. He stopped at the mid-way point of the campgrounds. 243Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDmjsCVGchQ
'Thank you, Enos for the ride'.
'Be careful, Annie'.
'I will be. Good bye!'.
'Good bye!'.
Enos drove away, and headed towards his house, where he was greeted by his wife, Beth.
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Annie walked up the gravel pathway.
As she did so, she heard the sound of a jeep coming at a fast speed. The jeep stopped, and she backed away. Like other teenagers, she didn't think twice about getting into a vehicle whose owner's face was blurred. 'Camp Crystal Lake'. The driver looked at her, and she grabbed her rucksack. The passenger-side door opened, and she closed it. Then she begun to be nervous. The jeep bypassed the camp.
'Hey, isn't that the way to Camp Crystal Lake', Annie said.
The jeep went faster.
She then opened the door.
She felt the left leg burst with pain as she fell out.
Annie ran towards the deep woods.
The killer raced towards her.
Annie was near an oak tree.
'No! No!'.243Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCLmEV1X0Ad
The knife came down her throat, and her body fell downward.
The horror of the death curse had begun.
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Jack Burrell, Marcie Cunningham, and Ned Rubenstein, the Jewish prankster, were in Jack's 1977 van. Jack was one of the new campers, with his friends. The 83 degree summer weather was hot. He glanced at the Camp Crystal Lake, Est. 1935 sign. 'Almost here', he said. Nearby, was a man holding his axe in his right hand. He had long, blonde hair, bright, blue eyes, and a red scarf around his thin neck. His blue shorts were new. 'Well, don't stand here, please cut down the tree'. Jack gasped. He didn't think he would be working this summer. He, Marcie, and Ned, did the job as well.
The oak tree crashed down.
'I'm Steve Christy, welcome to Camp Crystal Lake'.
'Hi. I'm Jack, Marcie, and Ned'.
A pretty, red haired, blue eyed woman appeared. Her face was slightly younger than Steve's was; her plaid shirt was new. 'Where's Brenda?', Steve asked her. 'Near the archery range with Bill', she answered. 'No; no. I'd rather her paint', Steve stated, with irritation.243Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTg3XNrcSfg
A tall young man appeared with some paint.
'What is the trouble, Steve?', he asked.
'Nothing', Steve answered, dismissively.
Alice was sweeping the dusty cabins with a broom.
'Hi, I'm Alice. The Assistant Camp Crystal Lake Manager. Please, follow me'. The three teenagers followed her to cabin 2. Steve shook his head. Annie Phillips, the cook, hadn't arrived yet.
For some reason he was scared.
And that was the beginning of the long night at Camp Blood.
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Brenda Shales, a nineteen year old counsellor, appeared. She had long, brown hair, brown eyes, and average height. She wore a blue sweater, blue jeans, a black belt, red socks, and brown shoes on her feet. On her right hand was a watch. 'Hi. I'm Brenda. The Head of Volunteering at the camp'. Once everyone introduced themselves to her, the large group headed to pier 3 for some relaxation.
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The Generator Room door was open.
Jack lit the light.
'There. See'.
Everyone did.
'Once the light is on, the heat will warm the camp once night falls'. He closed the door, and they went their own ways until lunch time, which was two hours' away. Nearby, as the campers swam in the lake, Brenda thought she saw someone was watching her from the deep woods.
'What's wrong?', Marcie asked her.243Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRVZuxBUXVN
'I thought I saw someone in the woods', Brenda answered.
'The woods are closed off because of the murders in '58', Marcie said.
'I read about them', Brenda said.
'Look! There's nothing to worry about', Marcie wanted to calm her down. Suddenly Ned was thrashing in the deep water. Jack jumped into the lake. As he performed CPR on him, Ned knew that his prank had backfired. Ned coughed up water out of his lungs, as everyone knew that what he was doing was wrong. Consequently, he walked away towards cabin 4, where he slept for an hour. After lunch, the dark shadows came over Camp Crystal Lake, and the horror came soon thereafter.243Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1gSOfecoiJ
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The campers saw a police officer.
Dorf, a thirty year old native of Crystal Lake, donned his sunglasses. He wore a leather jacket, and black trousers. It was getting hotter by the hour. 'Can we help you Officer?', Brenda asked him.
'Looking for Crazy Ralph. The town loon. He's spouting the Gospel around here. Once he's drunk, Sheriff Earl Tierney wants me to look after him. He gets the call, and he sleep things off in the cells for the night', he answered. He saw Ned dressed in a Native American headdress, and costume.243Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKCdI8vQqo2
'There's no crazy people here, Officer', Ned said.
'Cut the crap, Tonto', Officer Dorf said.243Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgTz8atKUkU
'Hey, nice bike', Jack smiled.
'What drugs are you on, boy?', he asked.
'Drugs. They're bad', he answered.
Seconds later, a female operator on the mike squawked: 'Officer Dorf. Sheriff Tierney wants you back at the Police Station on the double. Over'.243Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ82udqjq7Qp
'This is Officer Dorf. I got the message. Don't need to keep the Sheriff waiting. I don't need any kind of weirdness around here'.243Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlSVAFx5fLr
He drove away, and the campers laughed.
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The broom in which Alice was holding swept the larder room.
Suddenly she saw a snake.
'Bill!', she yelled.
Bill came forward.
He grabbed a machete in his right hand.243Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWmKNHjLuGA
He dragged it outside.
'At least we know what's for dinner', Marcie quipped.
'Oh Marcie! Marcie! Marcie!'.
The humor of the situation was lost as darkness hovered Camp Crystal Lake.
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The larder door opened.
Crazy Ralph appeared.
'You're doomed if you stay here. I'm the Messenger of God. Go! Go!. It has a death curse'.
'Who are you?', Alice asked him.
As he opened the door, he rode his old bicycle away.
'I think we just met Crazy Ralph', Ned said.
'God. That is all we need', Alice stated.
It was four o'clock when the cleaning chores was finished.
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Ned fired an arrow at the target.
It missed Brenda by inches.
'I don't believe you', she said.
'You look good, sweetheart', Ned said in his best Humphrey Bogart voice, like out of a 1940's drama movie.
He smiled, and went away towards the cold lake.
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'Why is Ned so silly?', Brenda asked Alice in the small kitchen.
'He loves you', Alice answered.
'I love him too', Brenda said.
She sighed, and decided to be with Ned for the rest of the camp season.
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Jack walked towards the lake.
'I have a dream in which the river turns red, and the blood flows into rivers', Marcie said.
'It's only a dream. Hey, this isn't a dream. Let's go to the cabin. There's a storm coming', Jack stated.
As Ned watched them leave, he saw someone in the cabin. He walked up the steps; he said: 'Hello. Is there anyone there? Are you someone at the camp we don't know?'.
The killer raised the sharp knife, and dragged it across his throat. Then she dropped the body onto the top of the bunk, and left. Jack and Marcie arrived at the same cabin.
When they kissed, the body of Ned illuminated by a violent thunderstorm in the night sky.
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'I need to pee', Marcie said.
Jack nodded.
The restrooms were in the middle of the camp.
Bright lamps flicked on.
Jack smoked dope on the bunk.
Before he could do anything, the killer attacked him. The last thing he knew was that someone was out for revenge...and wouldn't stop until no one survived the death curse at Camp Crystal Lake.
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'Lizzie! You'll be the death of me', Marcie said to the mirror. 243Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgtcMefGY9T
The sound of footsteps was heard in the Ladies' Restroom. She backed away. The cheap red curtains were open, as if someone had done so on purpose. 'Hello. Brenda, Alice, is that you?', she asked.
Silence.
She then shivered.
The killer was armed with the axe in the right hand.
Marcie screamed, and her body slid downward.
The horror was almost over.
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