"What the hell was that guy talking about back there? Camp Blood, what is that?" Frikkie asked when the group was back on the road.

Megan sighed. She didn't want to bring it up, but she might as well tell them about it now.

"My parent's summer house is right near it, that's how they got it so cheap." She explained. "Camp Blood is the nickname the locals have for Camp Crystal Lake."

"Why?" Carine asked.

"Almost twenty years ago, this woman Pamela Voorhees went crazy because her son almost drowned. She blamed the counselors and tried to kill them all, but she ended up getting her head chopped off by one of them."

"What happened to her son?"

"He ended up at Pinehurst Youth Facility." Damien answered for Megan. "One night he killed someone too and ran away. I know, I was there when it happened."

"Well." Lisa began. "Do you think he's still around?"

"No way, what was that, like ten years ago. He's either dead or far away from here."

The ride continued for another few minutes before Megan drove up through a path that led to her parent's summer home. The house was big, three stories and had a lot of plants surrounding it. They all grabbed their bags from the trunk and walked in through the front door.

They all entered the living room and looked around. The room had two long black couches and one recliner, and an entertainment stand that held a big screen television. Court threw himself down on a couch as the others put their bags down.

"So, what do you guys want to do?" Megan asked.

"We're going to go for a swim at the lake." Lisa said and then looked over at Frikkie and Carine. "You guys want to go?"

"No, we want to go up to our bedroom." Frikkie responded while grinning at Carine.

Megan smiled a little.

"Alright, you room is on the third floor, first door on the right."

As Frikkie and Carine headed up the stairs and Lisa and Damien grabbed towel before heading out the back door, the phone suddenly rang, getting Megan's attention. She walked over to the coffee table and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hey Megan, it's me." Tommy was the one calling.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Listen, it looks like I'm not gonna be able to make it up there after all."

"Why not?"

Tommy sighed.

"I don't want you to be scared or anything, but there's been a murder."

"Oh my god, where?"

"At Eno's Department Store."

"We were just there no more than fifteen minutes ago."

"Did you see anyone?"

"Well…no. Except for this one old guy. He said his name was Ralph, and he was on a bicycle."

"Ill keep my eye for him."

"Is that all?" Megan asked.

"Yeah, I've gotta go."

Megan sighed as she hung up the phone and went to sit on the couch. She then looked over to see Court smirking at her.

"So…" Court began. "Tommy's not coming?"

"No."

"I gotta tell you, if I was your boyfriend there's no way I'd let a stallion like you-"

"A stallion is a male horse, you idiot."

However, Court didn't look phased by her insult as he got up and headed to the door.

"Hey, want to go check out Crystal Lake with me?"

"Are you serious?"

"You said it wasn't far from here right?"

"Court, people died there."

"That's the point."

Megan rolled her eyes and Court opened the door.

"Come on, what better have you got to do?"

As much as she hated to admit it, Court had a point. The others probably wouldn't be done with what they were doing for a little while.

"Fine, I'll go."

XXXXXX

Meanwhile, back at the crime scene, Tommy looked on as a stretcher carrying a body bag was carried out of the store and placed in the back of an ambulance.

"Excuse me, Deputy Jarvis."

Tommy looked over as another officer came towards him with a video tape in hand.

"This is the surveillance tape of inside the store."

Tommy grinned and took it.

"Great, I'll take a look at it. This should show us who did it."