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The campers were asleep.
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Claudette Hayes looked at the her boyfriend, Barry Jones. Both of them wore yellow CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE T-shirts, blue shorts, and shoes on their feet. She sang: 'Milk and honey on the oak trees...Hang your head, Tom Dooley! Hang your head...'. The killer watched them from afar.
Barry pointed towards the old, 1930's era barn.
They went inside as the coldness of the camp caused everyone to shiver.
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Claudette wiped away her blonde hair with her hands.
'Does Mary Anne kiss better than I do?', she asked him.
'How do I know', Barry answered dismissively.
'Oh, you'.
The America of the Eisenhower Administration was free of the horrors of war. The deeply conservative country was on the precipice of danger. Camp Crystal Lake, like other summer camps, had a bad reputation. Claudette squirmed with passion. Barry didn't care which girls he made love to, he was a player. Claudette was young and trustworthy. Her parents were upstanding Catholics, and would be aghast at their teenage daughter's rebellion. Barry heard a sound. The door creaked. 'Someone's here!', Claudette moaned again.
'Hey, we weren't doing anything...Really we-', Barry said.
The knife came towards him.
He fell towards the yellow hay bales.
He was dead.
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Claudette ran.
She wasn't a runner from school.
She threw the hay with her left hand.
'No, please! No!'.
The killer slit her throat, and her body slumped to the ground, dead.
The death curse at Camp Crystal Lake had started.
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