Chapter Two

Enos was thinking that something had had to be told.

'What's the matter?', Annie asked him.

'Leave! Go!', Enos said.

'Go. You're as bad as Crazy Ralph back there'.

'Maybe', Enos said.

'What's wrong?'.

'Steve Christy, your Boss, is fixing that camp up. And, for what, $25,000. He'll go mad, like his family'.

'I want to work for fifty inner-city children. I don't believe in ghosts. I'm an American orginal', Annie said,

'I'm an American original. You're like my three daughters. Heads full o' rocks', Enos said.

He dropped her off.

'Good luck, Annie'.

'Bye, Enos'. Annie said.

And he drove away, and headed back to the Crystal Lake Diner.

***

Annie walked up the gravel road. 

As she did so, she remembered what her parents said: 'Hitchhiking is dangerous. Maddy Kemp died back in 1967. And she was a "loose girl"'. She had met campers at Camp Tomahawk; she had dated Brad Holt, the football player, when she was a cheerleader. Holt's brother, Paul Holt, was into nature, and the woods. Brad was killed in a car accident in the winter of 1971, from pneumonia. Paul had grieved for a long time, with his parents. Then, in nineteen seventy-five, he dated Ginny Field, a young Child Psycology Major, at Connecticut University. Ginny's best friend was Alice Hardy, a young Camp Counsellor, and artist, who lived in California, while her Mom and Dad lived in a house nearby. Annie had known Steve Christy after attending camp two summer's ago. In a matter of seconds, she heard the sound of a Jeep going down the road at 90mph. Annie saw the Jeep stopping.

She opened the passenger-side door.

'Camp Crystal Lake', she said.

The driver drove fast.

Agitated, Annie was worried now.

'Hey, wasn't that that the sign back there to Camp Crystal Lake?', she asked the silent driver. The sign went past in a blur. Annie took off her seatbelt; her eyes were on the gravelly path, that led to the eerie lake, and the sinister woods. Limping, she ran to the old oak trees, She tripped; she fell onto the mud. Her face was muddy. 'No...Please...no...'. The killer ran towards her with a sharp knife. She slashed Annie's throat. Blood dripped; more blood was in the mud. 

When Annie died, the killer dragged her into the Jeep...then she walked towards Camp Crystal Lake. 

***

The 1976 year van was full of three teenagers.

Jack Burrell, nineteen; Marcie Stanler, 19; and Ned Rubenstein, 19. The New Yorkers were hired by Steve Christy to work for the summer. Jack had long, blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and tall; Marcie had long, brown eyes, blue eyes, and was petite. Ned, who was Jewish, had brown hair, brown eyes, and was thin as a rake. The campers would meet the other volunteers, and workers: Brenda Mayes, 19; Bill James, 22; and Alice Hardy, the 21 year old  Assistant Camp Counsellor. Steve Christy, 29, completed the small group. In short, Christy had had a lot to repay the America Bank. He had spent $25,000 to 'fix up' Camp Crystal Lake. He didn't believe in bad karma; ghosts; spirits; the paranormal; the supernatural; nor the Occult. Or Ouija Boards, and seances.

'Do you really think there's some foxy girls at camp?', Ned asked his friends.

'Yes, but Marcie and I are steady', Jack answered him. 

'I figured that, Jack. Besides, Brenda is volunteering this summer. And she's nice', Ned explained.

'Brenda Mayes', Marcie said. 

'Yeah, she's nice. And she thinks I'm cool', Ned smiled.

'Really', Jack said.

'Yeah, all you two think about is sex', Ned smirked.

'Yeah...so', Jack smiled.

And then Jack saw the sign that read: WELCOME TO CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE, EST. 1935

The Native American totem poles completed the decoration, as Jack arrived, with his friends.

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