In the afternoon, Jack was walking around the lake with Marcie.
'I have a dream in which the rain flows down into little rivers. And it is full of blood', she said.
'It's only a dream. Hey, this isn't a dream. Let's go now before we're drenched', Jack said.
When they left, Ned walked towards the cabins.
Someone was inside one of them.
He stopped near the door.
He went inside.
Before he could do anything, he sensed someone was watching him.
'Hello. Is there anyone here? Hello. I'm Ned'.
Suddenly the knife came down across his throat.
Blood spilled, as his body slumped onto the ground.
Lightning went across the cold lake, and campgrounds.
The horror had returned.
***
Jack kissed Marcie.
When they embraced, the killer watched them.
'I need to pee', Marcie smirked.
'Go ahead, babe', he said.
Marcie got dressed, and left Jack alone on the bed. Lights illuminated the windows; more lights illuminated the cheap, yellow curtains. The thunder boomed, as Brenda was with Alice and Bill in the Loungeroom. Jack watched the windows. He smoked dope on the bunk bed.
Hands covered his mouth.
The knife came downward, and he screamed.
***
Marcie was in the Ladies' Restroom.
She stared at the glass windows.
'Lizzie! You were the death of me'.
The sound of footsteps was heard.
Marcie walked to the curtains.
Suddenly the axe came down, and Marcie screamed.
***
Alice looked at the games.
Brenda picked one.
'I hate Monopoly'.
'Not the way I play it. Strip Monopoly. You get rid of clothes'.
When they played for an hour, Bill took off his right, brown cowboy boot. He sung a song on his guitar. More thunder boomed in the night. 'I have to leave now. When will Steve come back?'.
'I don't know, Brenda. We all had dinner', Alice said.
'Jack and Marcie are too busy making out', Bill smiled.
'I thought so', Alice laughed.
Brenda grabbed her favorite yellow rain coat, and headed outside to cabin 3. Then she opened the door, and opened it.
***
Bill was singing a song.
'Do you like it, Alice?', he asked her.
'Yes, where's Steve?', she asked him.
'I am afraid of what was going on. Steve's been under a lot of pressure since his parents died back in '69. They went broke after the deaths of Barry and Claudette in 1958. There was a boy called Jason Voorhees. He was eleven when he drowned in 1957 in the cold lake. Legend has it that his mother, Pamela Sue Voorhees, took him out of the lake. She lived in a dilapidated house in the middle of the woods with her disabled son. She was the camp's cook. Her husband, Elias, disappeared in 1945 at the height of World War II. Jason was born on Friday, June 13, 1946. Pamela was sixteen at the time. My parents knew the Voorhees family. They said she became insane when the Christy family sacked her. After intense pleading, Steve's father decided to keep her on as the cook. For awhile nothing happened. Then, by 1953, she discovered God, and Jesus Christ. Crystal Lake was a chasm between good versus evil. Pamela decided to punish teenage campers who she deemed to be wicked; she was seeking those who sinned. Barry and Claudette suffered in the old barn for having sex. I can't believe she would come back'.
'If she did...'.
'We're going to be in trouble', Bill said.
And Alice shivered.
***
Brenda was reading a romance novel by Barbara Cartland. The wind was howling; rain howled until the lake was shimmering. Suddenly the sound of a boy's voice was heard: 'Help me! Help me!', he said. She grabbed her yellow rain coat. She opened the cabin door.
'Is there anyone there?', Brenda asked.
No one answered her.
She walked towards the woods.
As she did so, she saw lights illuminate the Archery Range.
'Who are you?', she asked the killer.
'Pamela Sue Voorhees', the killer answered.
She shot at her with arrows, and threw her body through the window. Alice screamed, as she was scared of the horror outside, and inside, the haunted campgrounds.
'Bill!', Alice yelled.
He saw her, and then the body.
He grabbed a baseball bat.
'Keep it. For safety'.
Alice nodded, as the lights went out.
***
Using candles, they headed to the cabins.
In one of them was a bloody axe.
'What's going on?', Alice asked Bill.
'I don't know. Something isn't right. Jack and Marcie are in their cabins; Brenda's dead. Ned, too. And the girl, Annie Phillips, the cook, didn't show up. Maybe it is a sign of death here', Bill suggested. He opened the door, and the killer aimed arrows at him. He slumped onto the ground, while Alice yawned, and went to sleep.
The thunder was loud, and the darkness came to the camp.
***
Steve Christy was shopping in town.
He looked at the time.
6:00 PM.
He stared at the cherry pie, and warm coffee.
'Are you alright, Steve?', Sandy Kohler asked him.
'No. I have some campers who are wondering where I am, Sandy', he answered. The sixty year old, red haired, blue eyed waitress, smiled at him. She was around since 1950, when she worked at the Diner. Sandy went from college to waitressing in a heartbeat. She looked at the regulars. Steve waited. 'How much do I owe you?', he asked her. 253Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1Zn2YPLBXw
'Two and a quarter, Steve', Sandy answered.
He handed her three dollar bills.
'Keep the change'.
'Thank you, Steve. Don't forget the rain coat. It's raining heavily there'.
He walked outside towards the Jeep.
Suddenly the engine conked out.
'Shit!', he said.
He then saw the bright lights of the Sheriff's car.
'Need help, Steve?', Sheriff Earl Tierney asked him.
'Yes, the engine is dead. I'll get the jeep in the morning', Steve answered. Sheriff Earl Tierney said: 'Hop in, Steve. Weather's bad this evening'.
'How bad?'.
'Today is Friday the 13th. There's a lot of murders, crimes, and bad karma, you know'. The rain was heavier now.
The radio mike crackled: 'There is a triple fatality off Cunningham Road. It is near Miner Road too, to the left side'.
Sheriff Earl Tierney grabbed the mike. 'This is Sheriff Tierney. I'll take care of Steve Christy. And take him to Camp Crystal Lake. ETA, fifteen minutes...'. He saw the sign to Camp Crystal Lake. 'Got to drop you off here, Steve. Good luck!'. Steve nodded. He opened the passenger-side door, and got his food and items. He walked up the steep road.253Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtkdypNXGv4
Suddenly a flashlight hit his face.
'Oh, Hi, Pamela. What are you-?', he asked.
The knife came downward, and Steve was stabbed in his chest.
The killer dragged him into the deep woods, and hung him up the oak tree with rope; Steve was swinging in the air, and died knowing that the death curse was real indeed.
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