Chapter 1:
Old Fred
Old Fred stood behind the counter of the old shop. It was a dusty old place, which sold things that people never looked for anymore. There was only one thing he gave which people needed-directions. He thought the days were behind him, however, the days whn young people would come into his shop and ask him how to get to Crystal Lake. He'd say the same thing every time, and then they would take their leave. Fascinated by the history of Camp Blood. But this was a special day. Because as Old fred stood behind the counter of his shop, a young woman came in the door. Her hair was short, cut in a boyish style. She had twinkling blue eyes, a pretty gaze. She had a face that was completely covered in freckles. Then she opened her mouth. "Hi, I'm Ginny." "I'm Fred." "How far is it until Crystal lake?"
The two stood in awkward silence. Old fred scratched his chin thoughtfully. Then he said the same thing that he always said. "Thanks," said Ginny, and the golden sun light up her short, curled. brunette hair. "They openin' that ol' damn place again, huh? Well, i'll be damned."
"Why?" Ginny inquired.
Old Fred swallowed and sighed.
"They not tell you about the murders?"
"What murders?" Ginny bit her lip. "Go on, tell me."
Old Fred sighed. He was worn out. It was a long day, and here he went again, telling the girl about the murders.
"Back in '81, a couple of young kids, like yourself, went up there to that wretched, Godforsaken camp to reopen it for the wee kids. In the summer, y'know. But something bad was goin' on. Cause a few years back, two kids were murdered. Two years before that, a poor young lad drowned in the lake. They never found the body. The boy's name was jason, jason Vorhees. His mother, Pam Vorhees, went crazy, because them two kids she killed were off screwin' in the barn while Jason drowned. She came back, and killed all of the counselors, all but one. She lived. Survived. She beheaded the old hag with her own machette. Her head was never found. They found her, then, in the lake, her boat had capsized. Claimin' that a boy had dragged her into the lake. Jason. They never found the boy."
"What happened to her? The girl?" Ginny asked, eyes round.
"Went mad, 'course. Killed her self, a few months later. Blew her brains out, honey."
"And what became of jason? Did he really attack her?"
"Three years ago, after the murders, my pals started claimin' that they had seen a man in the woods, fully grown. Wearing a sack to hide his hideously deformed face, rotten after all the time he spent beneath the water. Below the surface. They claim it was him. Jason."
"Did you see him?"
"Never saw him meself, nope. But i don't believe in crop circles, and I don't believe in the Bigfoot. But, I can feel the presence of a bad omen, missy, and let me tell ya, someone's out there. And on Friday the 13th, he's gonna kill again."