Prologue 2
The memories of the last year, a hot summer in June, and the beginning of July, in the sweltering heat across New Jersey, meant that Alice Hardy was dreaming. She saw the body of Steve Christy in the deep woods; she saw her friends dead; she had survived the dragging of the monster in the canoe. Jason Voorhees. That was the name of the eleven year old boy; that was the horror that came for her. The hands coming for her, and she screamed.449Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe77FIUxaMt
The towel was around her body from the shower. 449Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgdLZuGvGpS
The telephone was ringing.449Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbPLnD5Scn5
'Hello, Mom'.449Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlVK5Bzv7qY
'How are you, Alice? Is there something on your mind?', she asked her daughter. 449Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbc0TIz7u4u
'No. I am painting', Alice answered.449Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLeyIoyuVVc
'What about New York?'.449Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd8NbCRR7wz
'In time, Mom. I just need to clear my head of the bad images at Camp Crystal Lake. I need to make sure I am not mad'.449Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHgd2tYzl7f
'My daughter is not mad'.449Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡze9IgwXGM3
'Thanks for the news, Mom'.449Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7bWDAUYcXI
'Now, your father and I are at the Hamptons for the weekend away'.449Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpO0LxePTHB
'And'.449Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSPryzOLPg9
'And, I won't let you think of that camp anymore'.449Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡies5F20fJT
'Good bye, Mom'.449Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZwPu8ktWtT
'Good bye, Alice'.449Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTUA4PNsD1U
And Alice put the telephone back on the cradle.449Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIax3ReS9ib
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The killer, Jason Voorhees, was now thirty-four. He had breathed in, and out. He was sure he wasn't caught; he was burning with rage after the woman killed his Mom, Pamela Sue Voorhees on the beach; he was thinking about the others who came. She had taken care of them, and had protected him from danger. But that was in the past; that was there beginning of the terror of Friday the 13th. Steve Christy had to die, like the others.
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Alice was in the kitchen.
She was dressed in a green jumper, and blue jeans. She was now dressed in a red and white nightgown; she was sure that the visions of death had ended. She saw the window was ajar. Frowning, she screamed as the cat fell onto her arms. She opened the fridge, and gave the cat some milk.
'There you go', she said.
By 6:30 PM, she made dinner.
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Jason entered the house.
Anger seeped into his soul, and mind.
In his right hand was a ice pick.
The kettle boiled, as Alice noticed the stranger was there.
She screamed, and her body fell onto the ground.
Jason turned the kettle off with his right hand.
And he left the house.
Then he left to go back to Camp Crystal Lake, that was now closed. In its place was a new Counsellor Training Camp that was owned by Paul Holt, a long haired, blue eyed twenty-five year old friend of Steve Christy, and Ginny Field, a pretty, long haired blonde woman, who had blue eyes, and studied Psychology at University. Jason Voorhees watched for the intruders before he decided to attack them.
Revenge was in his DNA, and the horror had only just begun.
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