Epilogue:
The end…?
Saturday June 14th, 1982
Office, Camp Crystal Lake
7:37am
The sun was just coming up over Camp Crystal Lake, the temperature already high and the air hot. Laura was sticky with sweat once she woke up, Nick sitting up in a chair with the pistol in his lap. He looked after her, no doubt.
"I must have really scared him…poor fellow…"
The previous night came rushing back at her in torrential, vivid flashes. She walked over to the window and saw black smoke billowing from the smoldering remains. What seemed like a nightmare now hit her with cold reality.
"Who's out there?" Nick asked.
She turned and saw him awake now, standing from the chair.
"Nobody. I was just…looking at the lake."
He lowered his head, sensing her hurt.
"C'mon, it's a long hike. And we have to row back across the lake and leave through the forest from there. I know there's a main road just a couple of miles past there, and it's much better than the small little dirt road ten miles from the neatest anything over here. She smiled.
"You're right let's go."
She stretched, the morning sun calming her and warming her skin. It was a beautiful day, and it was only spoiled by the remains of the burnt cabins.
"Oh no, the kid's get back on Monday…" She said out loud.
"That cool, we can call somebody after getting the hell away from here."
They piled back in to the canoe and they both started to row, reaching the middle of the lake in no time.
"This is great, we're finally leaving." He said, looking around as they drifted into a sunny spot on the lake. She spotted bubbles as they floated-
-and something gently nudged the craft.
"Did you feel that?" She asked.
"Feel what?"
It came again, rocking the canoe harder this time. She looked at him fearfully.
"That…" She whispered. They started to go faster, Nick trying to keep the calm.
"It must have been a log scraping against the bottom of-"
The canoe rocked harder this time, almost tipping both of them out into the water. The force came one last time and launched them head over heels, both slamming blindly into the chilly water.
She came up first, sputtering and coughing.
"Nick! That was no log!" She saw him come up several inches ahead.
"We have to swim I think there is something-"
He slipped under the surface before he could finish, blood pooling up from the place he had been. She feared the worst.
"Nick! Oh God!"
She swan furiously to the docks, the boardwalk only three feet away-
-and she felt a hand grab her ankle and pull. She went under briefly, and could instantly tell it was him.
"How is he still alive!?"
She tried to scream, but was pulled under once more. This time she slipped further underneath, looking down through the murky water to spot the hockey mask wearing maniac holding on to her foot.
She did scream this time, emitting a cloud of bubbles. She tried to reach the surface but couldn't, and soon realized this vacation was finally over.
Horror at Camp Crystal Lake! More counselors killed!
Today police made the gruesome discovery of ten people, eight counselors, the director of camp, and the secretary, who had all been brutally murdered and strewn across the forest and campgrounds of Crystal Lake. This would mark the two year anniversary of Pamela Voorhees' attack for revenge of her drowned son. There will be more details as this story develops.
The killer was not apprehended and is still at large!
