Chapter One-Friday, June 13, 1980
One year later...
It was a cold morning in Crystal Lake. There was no sun for now. Then, by 9:00 AM, the weather increased in temperature. Jeff Anderson, eighteen, and his girlfriend, Sandra Dier, seventeen, were near Bert's Gas Station. Jeff wore a singlet, blue shorts, and shoes on his feet.
'You go past the Dairy Queen...and go off Miner Road to Camp Crystal Lake...Go up the road...and towards the cabins...'. They were interrupted by Crazy Ralph, the doomsayer: 'I warned the others, they didn't believe me. You're doomed if you go there...Doomed!'.
And, as they saw the old man ride his old bicycle around the corner, Jeff shrugged his head. The call was over. Seconds later, someone was towing his 1976 year old truck; Jeff yelled: 'Hey!! That's my truck, you asshole!'. The man, Max Davies, 65. smiled. He stopped near the top of the hill.
A red haired, blue eyed, teenager laughed.
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'Oh, you idiot!', Jeff smirked.
Ted Harris, eighteen, paid the man $100.
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Max waved, and drove his 1964 year old truck back to the Gas Station, to go back to work.
'Don't do that again', Jeff said.
Sandra smiled.
'Let's go to the camp before we're in trouble for being late'.
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Up ahead, there was a massive log in the middle of the road.
Jeff stopped.
'Let's move it, Ted'.
They got out of the truck.
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When the job was over, Sandra walked towards the dense bushes. To her surprise, she saw a battered sign with the words: CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE; she said: 'Hey! Look at what I found', she said.
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'Camp Blood', Jeff smirked.
'You don't want to hear about it before lunch, believe me', Ted said cryptically. After much talking about the haunted campgrounds they headed to the new Counsellor Training Camp that was owned by Paul Holt, and Ginny Field. Holt, a friend of Steve Christy, had heard about the horror stories of Crystal Lake. They weren't sure if it was something akin to death; they weren't interested in ghost stories by the campfire---unless it suited them on cold evenings. The summer heat was 88 degrees now. Jeff reached the campgrounds.
It was a long night at the camp.
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