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Chapter Five-Friday, June 13, 1980-4
The weather was 56 degrees.
Scott was in the middle of the woods.
He used a slingshot and hit the shorts of Terri.
'Asshole!', she said.
He was smiling, as she was thinking that all of the teenage boys were idiots. None of them were smart enough for her; none were eager to deal with the news that Muffin was still missing. As she went to go to have a swim, her clothes was flung on the oak trees. 'Scott, get my clothes you son o' a bitch'. Scott was running. Seconds later, his legs were dragged in the air with rope. 'Shit! I hate Paul and his wilderness bullshit!', he screamed.
'Serve you right, you idiot'.
'Can you please cut please?'.
'Yes', Terri said.
She left to go to the van.
There was a sound of footsteps.
Crazy Ralph shivered, as the garotte killed him.
As darkness fell, Jeff and Sandra were making out. He played the harmonica; Mark was talking to Vickie. 'Are you sure you're fine despite the accident?', she asked him. 'Yes', Mark answered. She kissed him, as Paul lost a game of chess. 'Checkmate!', she said. Afterwards, they left the camp. Mark was third in charge now. He took the job with a sense of duty. The vans left in the dark. He flicked on the lamps. It illuminated the campgrounds.
Muffin saw Jason Voorhees in the woods.
The killer ignored it, and stalked the campers instead.
Mark heard the sound of thunder.
'Vickie! Is that you?', he asked her.
He opened the door, and was on the steps.
Suddenly a knife came towards him.
His wheelchair fell down the stairs, and into the abyss.
'Mark'.
Vickie was making sure her date went well.
She shivered from the rain.
Terri was near the oak tree.
'Scott'.
He was still swinging in the air.
Before she arrived, Jason slit his throat with a machete.
Terri saw the body, and she screamed.
The knife came towards her, and she died.
Jason Voorhees grabbed a knife.
He walked towards the stairs.
He heard the sounds of love making.
He opened the door, and killed Jeff and Sandra.
Then he went under the covers of the bed, as Vickie appeared.
'Jeff! Sandra!'.
She saw the figure.
To her horror, she saw the killer attacking her.
She screamed, as she was stabbed to death.
Jason Voorhees waited for the campers to arrive.
The blues music blared from the stage.
As Paul, Ginny, and Ted, ate their hamburgers, fries, and the head camp counsellors drank their beers, she said: 'What if there's a Jason Voorhees? He's be in his 30's. All he knew was his Mom. When Alice Hardy killed her, he sought her out to kill her; to get revenge. He'd be alone in the woods'.
'Jason's a legend, Ginny; a legend', Paul said.
'I agree', Ted said.
He saw Mary Price, the 23 year old Manager of the Bar.
'Excuse me, but are their any kind of after-hours' places here?'.
'Yes, my house. And I have a key', Mary answered.
'Don't worry about me', Ted said.
He paid $50 for the dinner, and the room.
And she smiled, as Paul and Ginny left to go back to the dark campgrounds.
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