Back at the lake, inside one of the log cabins, Claudette was sitting on her bed still distraught about what had taken place just a few hours ago. Her cheek still hurt from being hit by Mrs. Voorhees, but she didn't care about that, she probably deserved it for neglecting her duties as the lifeguard.

"Claudette, are you okay?"

Her boyfriend Barry walked into the room, concerned about her. However, she didn't even bother to look at him and continued staring at the floor.

"I'm fine." She responded.

He sat down next to her and examined the bruise on her face.

"You don't look fine. I still can't believe she hit you."

"I don't care about that, I'm worried about Mrs. Voorhees' son."

"Look, it wasn't your fault." Barry tried to convince her. "That little freak shouldn't have went into the water if he couldn't swim-"

She shook her head.

"I can't believe I actually let you talk me into leaving the lifeguard spot."

"So you're blaming me?" Barry asked, incredulously.

"You said it yourself that it was your fault."

"I said it to get you off the hook, so Mr. Christy wouldn't fire you."

"Please leave me alone right now, Barry." Claudette said while getting up and heading into the bathroom. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Barry watched as Claudette shut the bathroom before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He didn't notice the bedroom door slowly opening up.

Just as he got to his feet and turned around to head out, a knife was suddenly lunged forward and impaled right into Barry's chest. His eyes widened in shock as a pain he had never felt before exploded through his entire body.

Barry tried to speak, but no words came out as he only made a gurgling sound before blood began to pour out of his mouth. His attacker pulled the knife out of his chest and Barry collapsed to the floor. His body shook for a few moments before his eyes rolled up in the back of his head, and Barry died.

Meanwhile in the bathroom, Claudette continued getting ready for bed. After combing her hair and brushing her teeth she changed into her nighttime clothes before looking back at the door and sighing a little. She hoped Barry was gone, she didn't feel like continuing to argue with him now. She pushed the door open and stepped back into the room to see Barry's hair sticking out from underneath the covers as he laid on her bed.

"Barry are you serious?" She sighed as she walked over to the bed. "I've had enough of this for one day, I want to get some sleep."

What she saw next made her blood run cold.

She threw back the covers to see Barry's dead body, the once white sheets were now soaked in red. Claudette's eyes widened in absolute terror as she took a step back. She opened her mouth to scream, but hand sudden grabbed her from behind and clamped her mouth shut.

Pain then shot up her back as the attacker took the same knife that had killed Barry and stabbed Claudette right in the center of the back. She pulled the knife out and stabbed the young girl again before letting her fall the floor.

Tears were cascading down Claudette's face as she tried to crawl away from her attacker but found that she could barely move. Through great pain and effort, she was finally able to lift her head to see who had done this.

Pamela Voorhees was standing over her with a hunting knife clutched in her right hand, blood dripping down it. Her light blue turtle neck sweater also had a little blood on it. Mrs. Voorhees glared down at the girl, showing no regret, no remorse for what she had just done.

Claudette tried to speak, tried to scream but could get nothing out except for small gasps for air. Again, she tried to crawl away but Mrs. Voorhees kicked her in the stomach, driving out what little oxygen she had left.

"You went off to make love while my son almost drowned. He could have died because of you. You weren't paying any attention!" Mrs. Voorhees seethed. "You should have been watching him! Every minute!"

"Please…please." Claudette managed to say, but her pleas were ignored.

"You are going to join your boyfriend in hell." Mrs. Voorhees smirked.

Pamela walked out into the hallway to retrieve one of the gas cans she brought with her and started pouring it on the floor, on the bed, and then walked over and started pouring it Claudette.

"No…no…please." Claudette begged as she tried to move again but was kicked, this time in the face. Her eyes glazed over before her vision cleared as Mrs. Voorhees smiled and leaned down almost next to her. "Please don't do this..."

"Oh, sweaty. I have to. You have to be punished for your sins. And deep down, you know that you deserve to be punished."

'Kill her mommy. Don't let her live.'

"I will Jason."

Mrs. Voorhees got back to her feet and took out a match. She walked over to the bedroom door, lit the match and threw it into the room as she stepped out into the hall. The room instantly lit up in a blaze as everything began to catch fire rapidly.

XXXXXX

Upstairs in one of the other bedrooms in the log cabin, Alice was laying in bed reading a book when she began to smell something. She sat up and looked over at the air vent. Alice sniffed the air…something was burning.

She threw the covers off herself and got up. She sniffed the air again, something was definitely burning downstairs. Alice wondered why the fire alarm hadn't gone off yet and crossed her room in a half sprint.

Grabbing the door handle and pulling it open, Alice raced out of the room and down the steps, going down to the first floor and enters a cloud of smoke. She started coughing and finally was able to see where the smoke was coming from; Claudette's room.

She then began to hear screaming.