Camp Crystal Lake, Friday, June 13, 1979

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The bridge was old. 

Annie Phillips, 18, walked across it. 

She had been looking forward to cooking for Steve Christy. In her day, the last decade was full of political scandal, and assassinations. The Vietnam War was over, and everyone knew President Jimmy Carter would lose against Ronald Reagan, the former B actor. Annie didn't like her homelife; it was too full of drama. She had long, brown hair, blue eyes, and petite. Annie smiled a lot. She gazed at the truck drivers. The sign on the vehicles read: ELSTON GAS SUPPLIES, NEW JERSEY. She saw a ragged dog. 'Hello, girl...sorry, boy. How far is it to Camp Crystal Lake? That far, huh...'. 

Annie smiled, and hoped the dog's owner would take care of the animal soon. 

Across the road were the words: CRYSTAL LAKE DINER. The radio DJ said: 'It's Friday the 13th today. Bad luck comes in all forms. The town is cursed for a reason. It's because of Jason Voorhees. But, over time, people do forget. As Crazy Ralph, the doomsayer, says: "We're all doomed"'. Annie imagined the broadcast was for people who were religious. Or crazy. Or insane. Or all three. Basicly, why was Crystal Lake doomed? Why were people saying bad things? Why weren't campers at Camp Tomahawk not dead? Annie didn't give a damn. She opened the door of the Diner, and went inside.

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Annie smiled at the locals.

Some were eating hamburgers; some were drinking coffee. 

'Excuse me, but can anyone tell me directions to Camp Crystal Lake?', Annie asked the owner, Maggie Price.

'Are they re-opening that place again?', Rachel Harrison answered. 

Enos Franklin, a truck driver, ate his hamburger. He was listening to the conversation. For awhile, he was nervous. Maggie, a forty-nine year old middle-aged woman, was owner since nineteen sixty-three. Enos, sixty-two, was glad to seek out other ways around his ill-feeling. 'How far is it, Enos...Twenty miles. You can drive her half-way', Maggie said.

'Name's Annie', she said.

'Okay, Annie. Let's go', Enos said.

And, as he paid for the hamburger...and coffee, he opened the front door. 

The locals whispered, and resumed their folklore stories about Camp Crystal Lake.

***

Outside, Crazy Ralph, sixty-four, appared. 

He had grey hair, blue eyes, and tall. 

He wore a brown shirt, brown trousers, a black belt, grey socks, brown shoes, and a wedding ring on his right, middle finger. He looked around at Enos, and Annie. 'You're going to Camp Blood, ain't ya. You'll never go back again...it's got a death curse'. 

'Shut up, Ralph', Enos said.

And Crazy Ralph rode his old bicycle around the sharp corner, and headed to the camp.

***

'Real piece of work, ain't he', Enos said to Annie.

'What about death curses?', Annie asked him. 

'That's a long story. Are the girls at camp as pretty as you are?', Enos said.

'I don't know. No', Annie said, awkwardly.

She closed the passenger-side door, and put the black colored seatbelt on.

Enos did the sane, as the driver's-side door closed...and the black seatbelt was on. 

And he drove half-way towards the Camp Crystal Lake road.

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