Prologue
Camp Crystal Lake
Friday, June 13, 1957
7:00 PM.
Night
***
Time stood still.
The moon was full.
Around the campfire, Jim Thorpe grabbed the guitar from Claudette Hayes. The pretty, eighteen year old camp counsellor looked at her boyfriend, Barry Weiss, who was also eighteen. Claudette sang: 'Milk and honey dropping from the bread...hallelujah!...'.
She smiled, and headed to the old nineteen thirties-era barn. 'Let's hurry!', Barry insisted.
The door creaked open.
Barry, who was camping for a long time, flicked the light on. Inside, there was knives, axes, shears, bales of yellow hay, and rope. Near the brown ladder was the attic. Barry had short, blonde hair, bright, blue eyes, and wore a Camp Crystal Lake T-shirt, blue shorts, and shoes on his feet. Claudette was the same. She wore a T-shirt with the camp's letters in black, blue shorts, a white bra, black shoes, and was smiling. 'Does Mary Ellen kiss better than I do?', Claudette asked him.
'I don't know. She was at Crystal Lake back in 1952', Barry answered.
As he did so, the door opened.
The killer was armed with a knife.
'Someone's here', Claudette said.
'Hey, we weren't...', Barry begun to say.
The knife came downward.
His body fell onto the hay, and died.
***
Claudette ran.
'No! Please, no! Please, no!'.
It was too late.
She grabbed the hay with her hands.
The knife came across her throat.
And her screams started.
The killer left the barn, and the horror of Friday the 13th had begun.
***
Chapter One
Two decades later....
Friday, June 13, 1979
Annie Phillips, the nineteen year old camp cook, was at the bridge. As she stared at the Gas Station, she saw a dog. 'Hello, boy! Sorry, girl'. She looked at the Crystal Lake Diner. She wore a plaid shirt, blue flared jeans, a black belt, red socks, and shoes on her feet.
On her right hand was a watch.
The time was 10:00 AM.
The ring of the bell was heard.
Inside, Annie heard the raucous laughter of the regulars. 'Excuse me, but can you tell me how to get to Camp Crystal Lake?', she asked them. Todd Sanderson, one of the locals, scoffed at her. 'They're opening that place up again', he answered. 'Enos, you were near the camp, weren't you?', Kate Thorpe, the owner, said. 'Yes'. The truck driver ate his cherry pie, and sipped his warm coffee. He paid for the meal. 'Name's Annie'.
'Let's go, Annie'.
When they headed outside, Crazy Ralph, the town loony, smirked.
'You're going to Camp Blood, ain't ya? You'll never return...It's got a death curse'.
'Shut up, Ralph', Enos said.
Annie was afraid, as Crazy Ralph hopped onto his nineteen fifties-era bicycle. He walked away, and rode towards Camp Crystal Lake. 'He's weird', Annie said. 'He got religion, Ralph has. Speaking the Lord's Work. He spouts about God, and Jesus Christ; he gets drunk, and we have to get him into the cells', Enos said.
'You're acting like Sheriff Earl Tierney'.
'I know him. Grandma was at school with him'.
'I see. Let's go before I change my mind, Annie'.
She nodded, and placed her bag under the passenger-side door.
***
Annie was confident.
'I am taking care of fifty kids for the summer. Inner-city people. You're thinking there's ghosts at Camp Crystal Lake'.
'You're doomed if you go there. Doomed! Go!'.
'You're behaving like Old Ralph'.
'You're like my teenage daughters, heads full o' rocks'.
'I'm an American original'.
'I'm an American original', Enos repeated sarcastically.
She saw him go near the camp's sign.
'Have a safe time, Annie. Good bye!'.
'Good bye!'.
And Annie took off her seatbelt, grabbed her luggage, then headed out of the car. Enos drove away, and never saw him, or anyone else, for a long time.
***
Annie saw no one on the road.
As she did so, a Jeep came hurtling along like a NASCAR driver at the Indiana 500. The car stopped.
'Camp Crystal Lake', Annie said.
No one answered.
She frowned.
When Carol Phillips, her mother, said: 'Never get in the car of a stranger', Annie had ignored the directive. Hitching rides was the rage since the hippies of the 1960's. Everyone was doing drugs, attending music festivals like Woodstock, and freaking out with their friends. The Californian dream of free love, sex, and music, as well as partying, and movies, was in Hollywood.
The driver ignored her.
When the killer increased speed, Annie was visibly scared.
'Hey, wasn't that the front entrance to Camp Crystal Lake'.
Silence.
She jumped out of the Jeep.
Limping, she ran towards the cold woods.
She headed towards the oak tree.
The killer was out of the jeep.
In the right hand was a sharp knife.
'No! No! Please, no!', Annie screamed.
Then the knife came near her throat.
Blood came downward, and her body fell into the abyss.
The killer went away, and drove to the campground in the Jeep.
It was Friday the 13th all over again.
***
Jack Burrell was driving the 1977 van. He had remembered what was going on back last year when he made out with his girlfriend Marcie Cunningham. It was during their camp last year that caused them to ignite their passion for each other. Ned Rubenstein, their Jewish prankster friend, was the comic relief. His parents were used to going to the comedy clubs in Manhattan in New York. 'Look, over there!', Ned yelled. Written on the sign were the words: WELCOME TO CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE, EST. 1935. Jack drove towards the Native American totem poles, which was around since the Civil War in the 1860's. President Abraham Lincoln was assassinated in the last year of the war in 1865, and the smell of death continued into the end of the 19th century, and into the modern 20th Century. In short, there was a darkness in the town of Crystal Lake, that caused chaos throughout the town. He saw a man armed with an axe in his right hand. He wasn't wearing a shirt. A red tie hung across his neck; his blue eyes focused on the new campers. 'Well, can you get rid of the logs? I'm Steve Christy, the Owner and Manager of the camp'. 'Jack, Ned, and Marcie', Jack said. He smiled. The three campers didn't think they would be working straight away. Once the tree was cut, it fell down onto the muddy ground.
'Steve, Bill is painting...', Alice Hardy, the Assistant Camp Counsellor, twenty-one, said.
The campers saw the pretty red haired woman with a paint can.
'No, I want Brenda to paint', Steve said agitatedly.
A tall man appeared in paint clothes.
He had long, black hair, hazel eyes, and tall.
'The cabins are painted Steve', Bill James, the twenty-two year old Assistant Camp Counsellor, said.
'Good', Steve said.
Once everyone was introduced, they headed to the cabins together.
***
Brenda Moore, twenty, was a young woman who lived in Crystal Lake. She was a volunteer for three camps for teenagers, as she worked for camps across Connecticut, New Jersey, and New York from 1973 to 1977. By 1978, her parents, Ed and Karen Moore, divorced. Because of the stress of life in America, she wanted to spend her summers with her friends, namely Alice Hardy, and Steve Christy. Brenda smiled at them.
'It's time to go swimming', she said.
'That's great, Brenda', Alice said.
As they did so, the killer watched them from afar.
It was going to be a long night at Camp Crystal Lake.
***
Ned was flailing in the 74 degree weather.
'Help me! Help me!', he yelled.
Jack jumped in the lake.
He performed CPR on Ned.
Ned coughed up water from his lungs.
He was feeling foolish, as he wanted to impress Brenda. But it was worthless; it was as if the pranking was something that a freshman at college would do. Because of the drama, Alice saw Brenda.
'What do you see?', she asked her.
'Someone's watching us in the woods', Brenda answered.
'I have a bad feeling too', Marcie said.
Alice nodded, and told Steve.
'It's probably nothing', Steve stated.
He walked to his jeep.
'I'll be home before dinner by six o'clock PM', Steve said. He was smiling at the campers, before he waved his hands, and drove away towards town.
***
Brenda was near the archery range.
An arrow flew past her.
'I don't believe it!', she yelled at Ned.
'You're pretty when you're angry', Ned smiled.
'You're dead, Ned', Brenda smirked.
And he ran away to the cabins in his blue shorts.
Then he knew that she was in love with him.
***
'Why is Ned so silly?', Brenda asked Alice.
'He likes to amuse himself, because he loves you', Alice answered.
'I don't know about that', Brenda said.
They left the small kitchen, and saw Jack was opening up the Generator Door. He flicked on the light. 'There! See! Once the light is on, the power will come'. Bill watched, and nodded.
Then Jack closed the door.
***
Alice smiled at Bill.
'What are you doing for the summer?', he asked her.
'Just managing the camp, and doing art in California. Steve's closed off from his emotions; he is too reserved', Alice answered.
'What about us?'.
'I love you, Bill', Alice said.
'I love you, too, Alice', Bill smiled.
And they kissed, then attended to other chores before lunch.
***
Alice remembered the scene with Steve.
'You draw well', he said.
'I wished I could do more paintings'.
He was bashing the nails into the cabins.
Steve sighed.
'You don't want to be here'.
'I have work in California'.
'Is it the camp?'.
'No'.
'Look, please stay for a week. If you don't like it, I'll pay for your bus ticket myself'. Alice nodded, and Steve smiled.
***
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When she saw the snake, she screamed.
'Bill!', she screamed.
Bill, Jack, and other others, were near the cabin. Bill grabbed the snake, and dragged it into the woods, and away from danger. Suddenly she saw the larder door was open. Crazy Ralph appeared. 'I'm the Messenger of God. You're doomed if you stay here. Go! Go! It's got a death curse'.
'Who are you?', Alice asked him.
'Go! Go!', he answered.
He opened the door, got onto his old bicycle.
'You're all doomed!'.
'I think we met Crazy Ralph', Ned said.
'That's all we need', Alice sighed.
Suddenly Crystal Lake Police Officer Jon Dorf appeared.
He had long, black hair, brown eyes, and average height. He placed his sunglasses off, and stared at the campers.
'Who are you?', he asked.
'We're campers. Is there anything we can help you with?', Brenda answered. He watched her, and saw she wore a warm sweater.
'Looking for someone. Crazy Ralph, the town loony'.
'Is he dangerous, Officer?', Alice asked him.
'Yes. When he gets drunk, he get the religious calling. Been that way since 1943. I have to look after the idiot, while Sheriff Earl Tierney makes sure there's no murders in town', Officer Dorf answered.
'Hey, nice bike', Jack said.
'What are you smoking, kid? Do you do drugs?', Officer Dorf asked him.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbrUpzLlsNI
'No, I don't smoke. Drugs are bad', Jack answered.
Officer Dorf saw Ned was dressed in a Native American headdress.
'Cut that out, Tonto'.
'Me! I'm dumb as they come', Ned smiled.
Seconds later, the radio mike was on.
'Officer Dorf. The Sheriff wants you back at the Police Station. There's been reports of prowlers in the woods. He needs you to take care of three murderers in the cells, after you bring him in...Over'.
'This is Officer Dorf. I am at Camp Crystal Lake. There's some kids here, and counsellors. We missed him. I'll arrest him in town. Over'. He added: 'I don't need to keep the Sheriff waiting. I won't have any kind of weirdness in this town...or campgrounds'. The campers laughed. Then he rode back along the gravel, and headed back to the Crystal Lake Police Station.
'Okay, the show has ended', Jack said.
And he was right.
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