Chapter Three
'Muffin! Muffin! Where're you?', Vickie asked Scott.
'The dog is silly', Scott answered.
'How do you know?', Vickie said.
'We can make out tonight', Scott smirked.
'I hate you', Vickie stated.
'Hey, what did I do?', Scott said.
He watched her leave.
He grabbed onto his slingshot, and aimed a stone at her behind.
'Don't be an asshole', Vickie said.
As he grinned, Terry swam in the cold lake.
She was being seen by Jason Voorhees.
The killer wore a potato sack over his head, and was dressed like a lumberjack. It was early in the afternoon, and the darkness came over Camp Crystal Lake, and the counsellor training camp.
***
Ginny was asleep.
As she awoke, she saw the words: Beware of Bears in pink colors on the mirror. She smiled, had a shower, and got dressed for the evening. By five o'clock PM, the campers were around the campfire. The smell of burning firewood assaulted their senses.
Paul Holt spoked.
'I want to give you the lowdown about Jason Voorhees. His body wasn't taken away from the lake. Alice Hardy, the Assistant Camp Counsellor, claimed to see him. Jason saw his mother, Pamela Sue Voorhees die last year...that Friday the 13th...And he got his revenge when he stalked her at her home. As you know, we're the first to return; we're the first to make sure no one is killed. Jason Voorhees is hungry for young blood...'.
Everyone screamed, as Ted was dressed in a Native American costume. In his right hand was his favorite spear.
After the scares, Ted smirked, and Jeff as well as Sandra were afraid.
There was enough pranking they could deal with today.
***
Muffin saw Jason Voorhees.
The killer ignored the cute dog, and left it alone.
***
'Okay, Ginny, and Ted, and I are going to the Blues club tonight in town. Jeff, Sandra, Terry, Scott, and Vickie, all of you are at the camp. We'll be back by 10:00 PM', Paul said.
As they watched them leave in Ginny's van, a full moon was in the night sky. Scott was in the woods thinking of more pranks. Seconds later, his feet was around the rope; his eyes was full of terror, as he dangled in the air.
'Shit! I hate this wilderness bullshit!'.
'Serves you right for being an idiot', Terry said.
'Hey, it's not fair. Cut me down, please'.
'Fine, but no crap', Terry said.
'Fine, but let me down soon. I hate this place'.
'Teach you a lesson not to prank girls', Terry smiled.
And, as she left, Jason Voorhees grabbed a machete.
Scott screamed, and died knowing that life was short at Crystal Lake because of the sinister death curse.
***
Jeff was playing his harmonica in the upstairs room.
He smiled, as he took off his singlet.
He made out with Sandra on the bunk.
They didn't notice the missing spear.
And neither did Ted.
***
'Mark, can you kiss me?', Vickie asked him.
'Yes', Mark answered.
'Do you want to see the camp. I know it's late'.
'Fine, okay', Mark smiled.
He waited for her.
Outside, the weather was foul.
Thunder, and rain, battered the cold lake.
It was here in 1957 in which Jason Voorhees drowned, Mark thought to himself. If he did drown, he thought to himself.
On the porch, he rode his wheelchair on the steps.
'Vickie! Is that you? Vickie!'.
The knife came towards him, and Mark's wheelchair fell down the steps into the abyss.
***
Vickie waited in her room.
She applied lipstick on her mouth.
She wore a blue, and grey colored sweater.
She hadn't imagined that guys would date her.
Summer camps was where boys would kiss her, and go swimming in the hot sun. The usual summer pranks too.
She opened the door, and heard the sounds coming from Jeff's room with Sandra. She looked at the door, and smiled.
'Jeff! Sandra!'.
She opened the door.
The teenage couple were in bed.
But, to her horror, they had been dead for thirty minutes.
Someone was in the bed.
Jason Voorhees opened the white sheets.
In his right hand was a knife.
Vickie backed away.
Then she died knowing that the nightmare at Camp Blood had taken more victims.
***
The bar was full of regulars.
Paul was ordering burgers, and beers.
'What if there is a Jason? He would be thirty-four by now. He loved his mother. But, she died knowing that she loved her son', Ginny said.
'Jason's a legend, Ginny; a legend to scare off campers', Paul said.
'What if he's not dead; what if he's alive', Ted piped in.
'Then we're in deep shit', Paul smirked.
'Excuse me, but are there any after-hours' places around here?', Ted asked Mallory Price, the twenty-four year old Manager.
'Yes, I am off at 11:00 PM. And I have the key, Ted', Mallory answered.
'Look, I am staying at Mallory's apartment nearby. Good night, Ginny. Paul'. Ted walked over to see her, and she kissed him.
'Well, Ted got lucky', Ginny smiled.
'Yeah, and we have got some other campers to see', Paul said.
He paid for the burgers, and beers, as everyone else listened to the blues music. Then they saw the thunder in the night sky, as they raced to the van. And Ginny drove away to the Counsellor Training Camp.
***
The journey to the camp was eventful.
Ginny frowned.
'Paul, every light is out. Do you think they went to sleep early?'.
'I don't know, Ginny', Paul shivered.
They took off their seatbelt.
And headed to the camp.396Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfdcunFV3Bo
***
Crazy Ralph returned.
As he did so, he heard a noise.
Jason Voorhees attacked him.
His body slumped next to the killer's feet, and died knowing that the horror was over for him.
***
Ginny flicked on the light.
It illuminated the dark lounge room.
'Paul! There's someone in here'.
Jason Voorhees appeared like a specter.
He knocked Paul unconscious.
Ginny fled towards the cabins, and hoped to survive the terror.
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