Epilogue

The rain was like a flood. 

Ginny and Paul paid the $25.99 dollar bill. 

They went to the Restrooms.

Once they washed their hands, they went outside. 

By 10:00 PM, the weather was awful.

Paul drove to the camp.

The smell of drugs hit him.

'The campers smoke better dope than I do', he said.

The lights were turned off. 

'Paul, the lights were on before', Ginny said.

Jason Voorhees attacked Paul.

She screamed, as the killer went for her.

***

Ginny ran. 

She reached the window.

When her tan colored raincoat ripped, she fell to the wet ground.

And she raced to the car. 

Jason Voorhees ran towads her. 

She raced towards the wet woods.

***

Ginny reached the old, dilapidated house. 

'Help me!', she said.

She opened the creaking door. 

And went inside.

***

There wasn't anything that stirred her mind more than the idea that Jason Voorhees was real. Ginny opened the door. She saw the dead body of Officer Hal Winslow; she saw a shrine to Jason's dead Mother. Jason attacked her. She saw the old sweater that belonged to Mrs. Pamela Sue Voorhees. And put it on. 'Jason! Mom is proud of you...'. Jason looked at her. He saw the reflection of his real Mom. Anger coursed through his veins. 

'Ginny!', Paul yelled.

He fought the killer.

She grabbed a machete, and hit him across his head.

Jason was unconscious.

And they left the old shack.

***

The cabin was open. 

Ginny waited with a pitchfork.

The door opened...and Muffin, the dog, arrived.

Seconds later, Jason Voorhees smashed through the window.

Ginny screamed, and she and Paul fled the haunted camp.

Paul drove away ino town, and they stayed at a Motel for the evening.

And the memories of Camp Crystal Lake was all but forgotten.

***

Sheriff Tierney was thinking the horror was over.

He dragged the body of Jason Voorhees into the deep woods.

He was eager to think the rumors weren't true.

Jason Voorhees was alive.

He smoked a cigarette, and then sighed.

It was Alice Hardy that was the problem.

And she was dead.

***

Officer Winslow's wife, Danielle Winslow, 45, was in mourning. 

She looked at the coffin of her husband...and she fainted. 

The other mourners hugged the grieving window...as she prayed to God to take her as well. 

***

Miner Road was full of cars, vans, and trucks. 
Accidents happened along the cursed town of Crystal Lake.
In the past, since the nineteen thirties, nineteen forties, and nineteen fifties, since Camp Crystal Lake was formed in nienteen thirty-three, four years since the nineteen twenty-nine Wall Street crash, and thousands of Americans were out of work, and several hundred died from mental illness, and suicide, and depression, caused mayhem. Over time, the curse continued. Lastly, the revenge seeking Voorhees family wasn't forgotten...and Jason Voorhees was now buried in the cold, wet, woods.

***

The camp was silent.

It had been full of dread. 

Jason Voorhees wasn't forgotten. 

He was alive...just.

To be continued...

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