Chapter Five
Brenda was reading a paperback romance novel.
She had candles on the table.
Light illuminated the cabin.
Then she heard the sound of: 'Help me! Help me!'.
She opened the door.
'Who are you? What's your name? Hello'.
She ran into the archery range.
Her nightgown was drenched.
The arrows were raised, and her screams were silenced.
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'Bill. The archery range lights were on...now they're off', Alice gasped.
He opened the door, and was killed by arrows.
The only survivor was Alice.
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Steve Christy was at the Crystal Lake Diner.
'More coffee?', Sandy Robertson, the glasses wearing, sixty year old waitress, asked. He smiled.
'No. I got several campers wondering why I am not there. Business, you know. And shopping. How much do I owe you?'.
'Two and a quarter', Sandy said.
He gave her three dollar bills.
'Keep the tip', he said.
'Be careful, the storm's bad'.
'I will. Good night, Sandy'.
She waved her left hand, and he grabbed his yellow rain slicker.
And headed outside.
***
The rain was bad.
It was a ferocious storm that made everyone mad.
Steve struggled to drive.
He sighed.
The engine had died.
He opened the door, and waved at the traffic.
Sheriff Earl Tierney, 59, smiled at him.
'Bad night to be out, Steve'.
'Yes, it is. Car problems. I'll get it fixed in the morning at Joe's Garage'.
'Crazy Ralph was at the camp today. He bothered Alice Hardy...and the campers'.
'Great! That's all I need to hear'.
'It was from Officer Jon Dorf'.
'I know him'.
'Yes, today is Friday the 13th. More deaths; more murders; more bad luck'. He stopped near the entrance to the camp.
'And a full moon is in the night sky', the Sheriff added.
'I don't believe in superstitious nonsense'.
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The radio was on.
'Sheriff. There's a three car pile up on Miner Road. Over'.
'This is Sheriff Tierney. ETA, fifteen minutes. Over'.
He let Steve Christy off.
He smiled, and grabbed his food and supplies in bags up the road.
Suddenly, a flashlight hit his face.
He saw the killer.
'Oh, Hi, Pamela! What are you doing out here-?', he asked her.
The killer, Pamela Sue Voorhees, stabbed him in the chest with a sharp knife. She dragged the body into the wet woods, and strung him up an old oak tree. Blood spilled from the deep wounds, and Steve Christy died knowing that the death curse was real.
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Alice was using the baseball bat that was owned by Steve Christy in 1968. He had told her about it when they hooked up at a Halloween party in 1976. She was a young artist who came from California. Steve was running the camp since his parents retired in December of 1972, four years' earlier. Suddenly she opened the door. The bright lights of a Jeep was in the window---through the cheap, blue curtains. 'Steve!', she yelled.
But it wasn't him.
It was a 49 year old woman in a blue sweater.
Her flared jeans were dirty.
'Who are you? Where's Steve?'.
'Why, I'm Mrs. Voorhees. There's nothing to worry about now'.
'But, they're all dead! Bill, Brenda, Jack, Ned, and Marcie'.
'Let me see, dear. I'm not afraid'.
She raced into the cabins.
'My, so young; so innocent. What kind of monster did this...'.
'Where's Steve?'.
'I was the camp cook when it happened. My son was called Jason. And today is his birthday. Those camp counsellors were making love when he drowned...He wasn't a very good swimmer'. In her small, right hand was a knife.
And she attacked Alice with it.
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Alice ran to the cabins, and hid.
Mrs. Voorhees rattled cabin 5 with her hand.
Alice saw a black colored fryer in the kitchen.
She hit Mrs. Voorhees over the head with it.
Blood spilled down the mad woman's head.
And she collapsed on the pillow.
Alice fled to the lake.
***
Alice saw the full moon was in the night sky.
Mrs. Voorhees, who had recovered, said in Jason's voice: 'Kill her, Mommy! Kill her! Don't let her live. She can't hide'...And in her own voice: 'I won't Jason! I won't!'. After another fight, Alice struggled away. Lying on the ground was a machete that a camper had for hunting. She grabbed it, and Mrs. Voorhees's eyes were huge with horror as it came downwards.
She got into the canoe, and used the oars to row into the cold lake.
When she slept, something grabbed her.
She screamed, as Jason Voorhees appeared like a ghost.
Then she heard the police sirens...and all she heard was a loud silence.
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