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Alice Hardy awoke.334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW23CbEKWSa
She wasn't allowed to scream; she had memories of Camp Crystal Lake. The deaths of her friends were preying on her mind; the death of Steve Christy in the woods, a knife in the chest; the mad woman, Mrs. Voorhees, getting revenge for her son, Jason's drowning. 334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV5Ki0nVJoA
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Alice, who wore her nightgown, had a shower.
She got dressed now.
The telephone rang.
'Hi, Mom. I was thinking about you. No, I am not scared of Camp Crystal Lake. It's the death of people who go there. Steve, Brenda, Bill, Jack, Marcie, and Ned. They shouldn't have died; they were innocent. I know about the past. Barry and Claudette dead in the barn in 1958; the fires in 1959; the poisoned water in 1960. Steve had found $25,000 to fix up that camp...And he died. I had to kill Mrs. Voorhees. Besides, my art work suffered as a result. Look, I got to go. Talk to you soon. Good bye!'. She placed the telephone on the cradle.334Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLjzqF5MSnY
Alice heard a sound.
She saw her cat jump out of the open window.
'I didn't know you were there, Mr. Thumper'. She patted the cat. As she opened the fridge; she gave the cat his milk. As she did so, she thought she heard the sound of footsteps.
She frowned.
Security was up these days in America.
Alice made sure the kettle was on in the small kitchen.
In a matter of seconds, Jason Voorhees rammed a ice pick into her forehead. Alice slumped downward onto the ground, and she died. The kettle boiled, and the killer turned the heat off, then he left the house.
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