Alice Hardy was in a white colored hospital gown.

She was awake.

Doctor Secombe, fifty, and two nurses in their twenties, were attending to her.

Sheriff Tierney said: 'We called your Mom...and Dad, Alice. They were eager to see that you were alive'.

'The campers are dead too. Brenda's body was thrown through the window', Alice remembered. 

'Steve is dead. We found his body in the woods. His parents are told their son is dead too', the Sheriff said.

'The boy...Jason. Is he dead too?'.

'Jason'.

'Jason Voorheees. Mrs. Voorhees's son,  He allegedly drowned back in nineteen fifty-seven. The one who attempted to drag me underneath the water'.

'Ma'am, we didn't find any boy'.

'Then...he's still there'. 

***

Paul Holt, and his girlfriend, Ginny Field,  a Child Psychology major, mourned the death of their friend, Steve Christy. His parents were mourning the passing of their only son. Steve didn't believe in bad karma. The problem was that Mrs. Pamela Sue Voorhees was insane. She had been born in nineteen thirty. She had met her husband, Elias Voorhees, in the summer of 1944. Camp Crystal Lake was closed during World War II. After the war ended, in April of 1945, Pamela was fifteen, the same age as Elias was. Jason was born on Friday, June 13, 1946. He was a disabled boy. He hardly spoke. But no one cared; no one. Jason said some words, and then he drowned. Or did he? After Harold Christy hired Barry and Claudette, he didn't know they were romantic at all. But money was money. Camp Crystal Lake was cursed. Paul looked at the campground. 'What do you think, Paul?', Ginny asked him. 

'I got $30,000 for a new Counsellor Training Center. Paul gave me $5,000', Paul said.

'Name a section of the camp in his honor', Ginny said.

Paul nodded.

'Good enough for me'. 

***

At the camp, there was an eerie silence, 

Shadows hovered the lake. 

Camp Crystal was, as it was termed by the old timers, didn't laugh at the warnings of Crazy Ralph. There was a darkness around the cabins; there was something that caused hitchhikers to leave in fright. The campers were cold; cold enough to flee in terror. The camp of legend was just that; a legend. And, with all good campfire stories, the talk of the camp was monitored by the Crystal Lake Sheriff's Department. By 11:00 AM, the previous accident was 'cleaned up'. 

And the nightmare wasn't forgotten.

***

By 8:30 AM, on Saturday, June 14, 1979, Ted Lowry, 17, was thinking that his friend, Ned, was gone. When he heard the prankster was dead, he was mourning his death; pranks were pranks. But, for others, pranks hurt people. Ted, a freckled, red haired teenager, knew what was going on; Ted looked at the sign that read: COUNSELLOR TRAINING CAMP. He walked inside the small Office. Paul Holt, and Ginny Field, appeared near a black colored leather desk.

A chair was around it. 

'Excuse me, but are there any kind of summer jobs on offer? Name's Ted'.

'Yes, just fill in the paper work. I'm Paul Holt. And Ginny Field', he said.

And Ted smiled.

***

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