Sandra smiled at Jeff.
'Come on, we can go to Camp Crystal Lake'.
'We'll be in trouble'.
She smirked.
'We won't be too long'.
They raced towards the camp.
As they did so, Mark, Vickie, Scott, and Ted, were working at the camp; they didn't check on the whereabouts of the teenage couple. Jeff, who was at Camp Tomahawk since 1977, gazed at the woods. Written in bold letters were the words: NO TRESPASSING. $500 FINE. Camp Crystal Lake was a ghost place, where shadows loomed over the place where several murders happened.
'This place is empty', Sandra said.
'Yeah. I hope-', Jeff was about to say something when a Crystal Lake Police Officer Robert Hopper, forty-seven, stared at him with anger. 'What are you two are doing here? This is a restricted area'.
'What are you doing here?', Sandra challenged.
'Look, I am guarding the woods in case of some trespasser is around. You two are part of the campers, right?'.
'Yes, Officer', Jeff said.
They reached the camp's office.
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Officer Hopper wasn't smiling.
'What can we do for you, Officer Hopper?', Paul Holt asked him.
'These two were trespassing at Camp Crystal Lake. It's closed since last year', Officer Hopper answered.
'Sorry, Paul', Sandra said.
'Sorry, Paul', Jeff said.
'That's it! No punishment! What type of camp is this?', Officer Hopper asked him.
'Ginny, no ice cream for Jeff and Sandra'.
'Am I getting it through your heads...No. Well, Sheriff Earl Tierney will be informed as I will write down everything in my report. Have a good morning'. He looked at the police car. Suddenly a figure bolted across the dusty road. 'HEY! YOU!'. Officer Hopper struggled with his weight. At 220 pounds, he wasn't into exercise. He gasped for breath, then he ran into the woods. His boots fell into the water. The stones hit his boots, as his arms and hands were cut by the branches. In the middle of the woods was an old, dilapidated shack from the 1940's, or 1950's. Frowning, he didn't think anyone would be living here. He went inside. The lights were off; the rest of the shack was an electrician's nightmare. Cables squirmed like a snake. He saw a hallway; another room was open to the right. Officer Hopper said: 'Jesus!'. 248Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYvAAIsxDHU
In the room was an Altar.
Candles burned brightly.
He screamed as he saw the body of Pamela Sue Voorhees.
He fled the room.
Seconds later, Jason Voorhees raised a hammer, and struck his head. The Officer's body fell next to the killer's boots, and remained silent.
The death curse had returned.
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