Chapter One
Friday, June 13, 1980
Jeff Dunsberry, eighteen, wore a singlet in the hot, June morning in New Jersey. He had long, blonde hair, bright, blue eyes, and tall; Sandra Dier, his seventeen year old girlfriend, had long, blonde hair, blue eyes, and petite. Jeff was in the telephone booth, and checking the Yellow Pages.
'So, you go past the Dairy Queen, and up Miner Road. Then head right to the Counsellor Training...'. His face lit up, as Max Kramer, the forty-nine year old truck driver, towed his 1976 year old van up the road. 'Hey, you asshole! That's my vehicle; that's my truck. Hey, stupid!'. Next to him was a thin, eighteen year old teenager. He had short, red hair, green eyes, and tall.
'Welcome to God's Country', Ted Bowen smiled.
'Oh, great prank, Ted', Jeff sighed.
'Yeah, really silly', Sandra smiled.
'Max, you can unhook the van now. Here's $100', Ted smiled.
The truck driver nodded, then he waved, and drove his own truck back to town to the Crystal Lake Gas Station.
As they did so, Crazy Ralph appeared.
'I warned the others, they didn't believe me. You're doomed! You're all doomed'. And he rode away towards the Counsellor Training Camp.
***
In the van, Ted shouted: 'Stop!!!'.
In the middle of the ashy road was a large, brown log.
It was a huge obstruction.
'Let's get rid of it', Jeff sighed.
As he and Ted got out of the van, Sandra explored the woods. It was 84 degrees. She looked around; she saw an old, silvery colored sign that read: CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE; she smiled.
'Hey, look at this!'.
'Camp Blood', Ted stated matter-of-factly.
'Camp Blood', Jeff gasped.
'Several campers died last Friday the 13th by Pamela Sue Voorhees. Alice Hardy killed her on the beach. She was attacked by Jason Voorhees in the canoe. That was the rumor in Crystal Lake. Everyone freaked out, see. And Sheriff Earl Tierney closed the place down'.
'And', Jeff said.
'And, we're here because Paul Holt is paying us to go here for the summer', Ted remarked.
'Yes, $200 for a week of camping, making out, and have a great time. Who was that old man who said we're doomed?', she asked him.
'Crazy Ralph. The religious nut. He warned Alice Hardy last year. Mom is best friends with the Christy family. Steve died because he didn't believe in ghosts. Sadly, he failed. I don't care about death curses; I care about the truth. If Jason Voorhees is alive, and seeking revenge, we're all in trouble', Ted answered. In his right hand was his favorite spear.
It was the only weapon had to defend himself against the killer.
***
The funeral was full of people.
Paul Holt shook his head.
He wasn't sure if it was going to be long; he was wary of the bad karma that was going on in Crystal Lake; he looked at the Priest. 'This is the beginning of what will be the new life for Steve Christy. He worked as a camp counsellor and made it worth his time to defend the idea that a death curse was real. This is what it means to know your friends; this is why death is part of the end for those who die, and are part of God now in Heaven. We also pray for Alice Hardy too. Sheriff Earl Tierney will be retiring soon, and he told me that nothing bad will happen here today. Amen'. He didn't say anything about Friday the 13th.
***
Paul drove to the camp by 10:00 AM.
He rang the bell.
'Good morning. I'm glad you all could come. Mark, you worked for me last year at Camp Tomahawk. Scott, you are here. It's good you're with Vickie. Terry, good that you could come. I see you brought Muffin, your dog. Well, let's settle in the cabins. Ginny, my Assistant, will be here soon', he said.
And he pointed at Mark, and told him to take over.
***
Crazy Ralph saw the woman in her 1977 year old van. He frowned. He didn't know why anyone would come back to Camp Crystal Lake, or the Counsellor Training Camp, which was across from the cabins. He shook his head, and rode his bicycle back home to his wife. If she had ignored the warnings, she'll be in deep trouble. He watched her for a short period of time before going away. He thought he saw someone near the dark woods, but his eyes was imagining it. It was 10:45 AM, and the grimness of the day caused him to shiver.
***
Ginny Field was agitated.
The problems with the 1978 car was the most annoying thing since last night when she made out with her boyfriend, Paul Holt. There wasn't usual teen angst; there was the usual kissing, and talk about the camp. 'Need help? Why were you late?', Paul accused her.
'I had a lot of things to do, Paul. Give me a break'.
'Fine, just go near the engine'.
He heard the whirring.
When the engine's smoke hit Paul's face, the clogging was over.
It was comical.
Then, as he wiped the smoke away, they headed to the camp counsellor's cabin. Crazy Ralph watched them, and didn't know what to say as they kissed. Again. He heard the sound of footsteps; he backed away. It was 11:00 AM. He rode his bicycle back towards his house, where his wife was greeting him.
***
'Let's go to Camp Crystal Lake, Jeff', Sandra said.
'But, we'll be in trouble', Jeff said.
They saw the campers were near the glistening lake.
The words: NO TRESPASSING-$500 FINE got their attention. Sandra went across the railing; Jeff went across as well. In the woods, there was a dead animal. 'Ugh!', Jeff gasped. Near the oak tree, they bumped into a overweight, middle aged Crystal Lake Police Officer. Written on his cheap, grey shirt was: SANDERSON. 'Why are you two here? This is not for campers to go to. You're here because of Paul Holt, and Ginny Field?', he asked.
'Yes, Officer. I'm Jeff. This is Sandra', Jeff answered.
'Come with me'.
***
The small office door was over.
'Officer Sanderson. How well are you doing?', Paul asked him.
'I got two campers at Crystal Lake, Holt. It's been one year since the murders. And Alice Hardy survived. I won't let that happen again', he answered. Ginny was taking notes.
'They were exploring, Officer. I haven't set the ground rules for today. It will be after lunch', Paul said.
'What! No punishment! What kind of camp is this?'.
'Jeff, Sandra. No ice cream for dessert', he said.
'Sorry', Jeff and Sandra said.
'This isn't over, Holt', Officer Sanderson said.
The campers walked away to their cabins.
Officer Sanderson was outside in the fresh air.
Suddenly he saw someone running across the ashy road.
For some reason there were idiots who ignored the rules. Sheriff Earl Tierney would retire by Christmas. 'Hey, you!', he yelled.
The stranger ignored him, as he ran towards the eerie woods.
***
Jason Voorhees was alive.
He raced towards the deep, wet, water.
He trudged through the branches.
He was cutting his arms, as blood spilled.
In the middle of the woods was a 1930's-era dilapidated shack. The iron door creaked; Officer Sanderson huffed and puffed. He needed to exercise. Once he was inside, he saw cables were on the ground. There was a bedroom; a small dining space; and toys.
He opened the door, and saw the body of Pamela Sue Voorhees.
'Jesus!', he yelled.
Officer Sanderson backed away.
As he did so, Jason Voorhees hit him with a hammer in the thin hallway.436Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ59vGORe4xK
The Crystal Lake Police Officer died knowing that the death curse was real.
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