Chapter Four-Friday, June 13, 1979-4
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And, in its place, was death.
Alice, Bill, and Brenda, were in the loungeroom.
'I got a game of Monopoly', Brenda said.
'I hate Monopoly', Alice sad.
'Do you think we'd last all summer?', Bill asked her.
'I don't think we'd last all week', Alice answered.
And she kissed him.
'We'll play Strip Monopoly. You just take off boots, or clothes', Brenda said. 247Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI7WBNy5aTr
After Bill played a song with his guitar.
They played for an hour until the storm rages outside.247Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgFGwWQhq9K
'I got to go now. See you in the morning. Good night!'.
'Good night, Brenda', Alice said.
She felt safe with Bill, as Brenda grabbed her rain slicker, and headed to cabin 2. It was now 55 degrees, and getting colder.247Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPkzudWDVWy
The door opened.247Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6rTCdzi4ec
'It is cold', Bill said.
Then the lights went out.
Bill checked the power, and the Jeeps.
He saw the oil discharge.
He opened the the tin chamber, and closed it.
Satisfied, they reached the cabins.
All they heard was silence.
Brenda brushed her teeth, and thought she heard a sound of footsteps. She looked at the same curtain; she saw no one. Then, outside she heard the voice of a boy's voice: 'Help me! Help me!'. She wore her favorite nightgown. She left a romance novel on the bed; she opened the door. Ignoring her safety, she was drenched in rain. Seconds later, she saw the bright lights of the archery range. Before she could say anything, she was stabbed to death.
She died knowing that she was the latest victim of the death curse of Camp Crystal Lake.247Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9TKM3SwS8G
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The storm was raging.
Alice was asleep on the sofa.
Steve was not back.
Now she was afraid.
She had seen the evidence of blood in the cabins.
And an axe.
'What's going on?', she asked Bill two hours' ago.247Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRh7Yd7RMVR
'I don't like it. If it's a prank, I'll kill them', he answered.
He opened the larder door, and was attacked with a hunter knife, leaving Alice alone in the haunted campgrounds.247Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbePIJoHkv4
Alice explored the camp.247Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqSlW6AEKRr
She heard the creaking sound.
The larder door opened, and she screamed.
Bill's body was on the ground, dead.
She saw a bright light in the window.
She opened the door.
Someone was driving Steve's Jeep.
A middle-aged woman appeared.
'Who are you?', Alice asked her.
'Why, I am Mrs. Voorhees', she answered.
'They're all dead'.
'I'm not afraid', Mrs. Voorhees said, casually.
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She opened the cabin doors.247Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB8OmylK1FK
'My! So young', she said as she saw the bodies.
'Where's Steve?'.
'Oh, not to worry about him. Let's go now, dear'.
'Where's Steve?'.
Irritated, Mrs. Voorhees flashed her tomb-like teeth.
'I told Steve not to re-open this place. There's been too many bad memories. I was the camp cook when those two campers let my son drown. His name was Jason; he wasn't a very good swimmer'. Now it dawned on Alice that the woman was the killer. She ran towards the larder room. Mrs. Voorhees grabbed a hunting knife in her right hand, and attacked Alice.
After a fight, Alice reached the beach.
She had bashed Mrs. Voorhees over the forehead with a black colored frying pan. Then she saw the mad woman attacking her again. A lone machete was on the sand; Alice swung it with her right hand.
Mrs. Voorhees eyed the weapon.
Her body crashed to the ground, and the horror was almost over.
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