Chapter One-Friday, June 13, 1980-1
Jeff Gordon, 18, was in the town of Crystal Lake.
He was with his girlfriend, Sandra Dier, 17. The weather was hot. Near the old brick bridge was Burl's Gas Station off Miner Road; the old pay phone was to the far right; to the far left was the gravel road that led to the haunted Camp Crystal Lake, which was closed again after seven campers died. It was a Friday morning, June 13. For a long time, the shadows over the town loomed like a specter. Jeff didn't believe in ghosts; he believed in having fun. That, or spending time off school. He enjoyed playing his favorite harmonica, and making out with Sandra. Camping during the summer was a way to meet girls. In the booth, Jeff said: 'So, you go past Miner Road. And past the Dairy Queen...'. Crazy Ralph, the 61 year old doomsayer, said: 'I warned the others, they didn't believe me. You're doomed!'. He rode away, leaving the teenagers to think that something strange was coming their way. Both of them wore faded singlets, blue shorts, and had long, blonde hair, and wore shoes that were dusty.
'What...yeah, Ted...'.
Suddenly his 1976 year old van was towed away.
'Jeff!', Sandra yelled.
He dropped the telephone, and raced to the van.
'Hey, asshole, that's mine!'.
The driver, Max, who was a 48 year old owner of the Gas Station went up the hill; Jeff had left his keys in the driver's-seat. Seconds later, Ted Korman, a 18 year old, red haired Jewish prankster, smirked.
'Thanks, Max'.
He gave Max a $100 bill.
'Jesus, Ted!', Jeff said.
'Welcome to God's Country!', Ted said.
Max waved, and drove his 1967 year old truck to town.
It was a long morning in Crystal Lake.
The teenagers were smiling.
'I want to meet a girl this summer', Ted reflected.
Suddenly, there was a old, burned out log in the middle of the gravel road. 'What's that?', asked Jeff.
'A log', Ted answered him.
They took their seatbelts off, and opened the doors. As the log was removed, Sandra explored the dark woods; in the deep ditch was a battered sign with the words: Camp Crystal Lake.
'Hey, look at what I found', Sandra said.
Ted looked at it.
'Camp Blood', he said.
'Camp Blood', Jeff said.
'You don't want to hear about it before lunch, believe me'.
And the campers headed to the campgrounds.
Crazy Ralph saw Ginny Field's 1977 van chugging along as if it was dying. He frowned, as she past the sign. She was nervous, as if the job as Assistant Camp Counsellor, was on her mind. The car was old; it was on its last legs. She reached the camp knowing that her boyfriend, Paul Holt, would be waiting for her.
Paul Holt, 27, the Head Camp Counsellor, had long, blonde hair, blue eyes, and average height. 'Good morning, campers. If my Assistant ever arrives, we can start. Ted, thanks for being the Assistant this year with Ginny. Scott, you need all of the help you can get; Mark, we worked together several years ago. The rest I'll get to know this week. Now...'.
He saw Ginny.
'Need help?', Paul asked her. 321Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeOSzP4Uux3
'Engine trouble', Ginny answered.
'Use the engine'.
Ginny revved the engine three times.
Black colored soot burst out of the exhaust, covering Paul's face.
'Maybe you can use that child psychology on me', he said.
'Maybe', Ginny said.
Once she said "Sorry", they started the camp before anything else happened.
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