"Crystal Lake County Police Department," said a voice on the other line. "Sheriff Banks speaking, may I help you?" Greg cleared his throat. "Yes, um, I think something's strange. Somehow, my van tipped over. It's freaking me and my friends out." The sheriff scoffed.
"You expect me to believe that? Because today being Friday? Not just a Friday, but the 13th, too. Look, you kids better not make another crank call, alright?" Greg groaned, becoming more nervous. "No, no, I'm serious, can you just come over here for a checkup? It's better safe than sorry."
The sheriff rolled his eyes. "Ah, fuck it," he muttered under he breath, "Ok, I'll be over there with another officer. What's the address?" Greg reminded the sheriff of the location, and soon enough, the sheriff hung up. "Dinkens," said Banks, "We got another one of these drive checks."
Greg walked back and forward on the living room mat, worried. Eventually, Katie appeared from the staircase, confused. "Greg, are you okay?"
Greg looked up to Katie, "Yeah. Why?" Katie tilted her head. "Maybe because you're walking around and biting your fingernails?" Greg threw his thumb down. "Okay, so I'm a little freaked out."
"About what?" Greg tilted his head over a window. Katie hurried over to the window and peeked out, as her eyes widen.
"What happened? Are Danny and Shannon hurt?" Greg shrugged. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know where are they."
Katie covers her forehead with shock. "Greg, do you think…?" Greg shook his head, disagreeing. "But, but what about them? Where could they have gone?!"
"Calm down. I called the police. They're coming over to check on the van. Maybe you should get some rest."
Helen appeared from the staircase, overhearing the past conversations. "What's going on?"
"Greg is hiding something from us!" Katie ran back up the stairs, and into her room. Helen look back at Greg, with an expression of terrible despite. Ted peeks out from the kitchen. "Greg, you want a hit?"
Finally, a police car comes along the driveway, riding over the rough transition of the dirty rock covered path. Banks drives through the forest, looking at the dark scenery of the woods. Dinkins sits in his seat, folding his arms. "If you ask me, this is a complete waste of time.
Banks looks over back at Dinkins. "Well, I sure as hell didn't ask." Dinkins shakes his head with boredom. Soon enough, they come upon the cabin, and tipped van, that once was an automobile. The men step out of their cruiser, chuckling.
"Fucking kids," crackled Dinkins. Banks shook his head. "Damn, he sure was serious. So, where's our masked killer? Dinkins spat out a loogie into the ground, shaking his head. "Let's take a look around here."
As little as they did know, their masked killer were watching from the jointed trees.