Relising he'd stand in the way, Will sat down to listen. When Kane got in front of the group, as if being a T.V. host of some kind, he started telling them what he knew about Camp Blood:

"It all started when a young boy supposedly drowned here in the lake, back in 1957. A kid called Jason Voorhees."

"Is that why they call this Camp Blood?" Will asked.

"Actually," Kane replied, "this event triggered other events to occur, which gave this camp that nickname."

"What do you mean?" Will kept asking.

"You have to understand the circumstances in which this happened." Kane continued, "His mother was a cook here, workin' at that moment. She couldn't watch her kid!"

"Weren't there any counselors to watch over him?" Gibb asked, sounding truly concerned.

"The counselors were too busy at the time." Kane answered, "With each other, I bet!"

Everyone heard the sarcasme in which he just said this, but nobody seemed to think of this to be as funny as Kane did.

Kane tried to go on: "Anyway, one year later two counselors were found dead! Murdered! That's when they closed this place. For the first time anyways, since it re-opened occasionally. And each time that happened, something terrible happened as well. Fires, bad water... It wasn't known until 1980 who did any of them!"

Kane could read from their faces that they were about to ask who did these things, so he answered: "It was Jason's mother!"

Those who remembered him mentionning the mother earlier weren't exactly surprised to hear this.

"On a Friday the thirteenth," Kane continued, "under a full moon, that year, a massacre had occured here. Eight bodies were found the next morning."

Nearly everyone was shocked at this news.

"The mother being one of them." Kane added, "Some girl managed to kill her in self-defence."

Kia, pretending she's at all interested, remarked: "So she's dead now. Hooray."

"Yes." Kane replied, "However the girl who survived that night disappeared two months later!"

Now Kane has them all at the edge of their seats, assuming they are at all sitting on anything with an edge to sit on.

"Legends has it that…" he continued, but noticed Gibb was staring at her pack of cigarettes, instead of taking one and smoke, "Something wrong, Gibb?"

As if waking from a trance, Gibb looked up: "Huh… what?"

"I notice your not taking one." Kane added.

"Oh… I er…" Gibb needed to find the right way to put it: "I took the pack out of reflex, but I don't really feel like smoking."

"Whoa… are you feeling all right?" Bill asked, since his allready stoned mind can't comprehend everything right now.

Kane holds his hand out to Gibb, saying: "Can I have them?"

Gibb gave it to him, replying: "But you don't smoke!?"

Kane throws the pack in the lake: "That's not what I needed it for!"

Kia, who knew how much of a smoker Gibb was, tried to stand up for her: "You… What da fuck were ya thinkin'…"

"Kia!" Gibb shouted, "It's all right." and then turned back to Kane: "Go on!"

"OK… as I was saying," Kane continued, "legends has it that Jason saw his mother decapitated that night, and raised from the dead to avenge his mother's death. Which could explain that girl's disappearance. Ever since the death of his mother, Jason, full-grown in the meantime, lived his life in solitude and does not allow anyone to enter his wilderness. Anyone who does…"

He paused to see how many people are either frightened, or still need to figure out how that sentence would end, then continued: "Only a few people have seen him, and lived to tell how a big guy, wearing a hockey mask, attacked them. In the summer of 1984 only, dozens of bodies were found, literally spread around these woods. And that within two weeks only!"

"And still there were survivors?" Charles asked.

"To put it frank," Kane answered, "one survivor got picked up by paramedics, suffering from multiple stab wounds. She died later that day at the hospital. Another one ended up in a psychiatric clinic. They say a kid had chopped Jason into pieces, while his elder sister could merely watch. The whereabouts of that sister have remained unknown to this day for some reason. Wonder why."

"Man, that Jason must be a real sissy," Bill remarked, "Being beaten by a kid!"

"So Jason's finally dead now, right?" Charles sounded relieved as he asked this.

"Well..." their was a sound of doubt in his voice, "Actually…!"

"Come on!" Kia is starting to have had enough of this, "Ya can't tell us he survived that?"

"He got an axe in his head at some point," Kane bit back, "and still escaped from the morgue to kill more people before he got chopped!"

It was pretty obvious to Kane that this part of the story was quite disturbing, but he went on anyway: "Officially he got cremated, but according to rumours he was burried. And that kid, who had grown to be a teenager by that time, dug up Jason's body to make sure he's really dead. Instead he had unleashed Jason from his grave, and the murders started again. He somehow even reached into Manhattan!"

"Sounds like he just couldn't stop." Gibb said, slightly amused.

"That is…" Kane corrected her, "if you believe the stories."

"What do you believe?" Gibb asked him.

"Jason's dead." he replied, "That's what I believe."

"If that's really what you believe," Kia was on the brink of insanity now "then how do you know al of that?"

Kane, ignoring the first part of her sentence, answered: "It's al on the internet. It seemed like some interesting stuff to know. Also a little funny, especially after that incident at some nearby clinic, where a man impersonated Jason to kill people, and every time some new copycat showed up, people still say it was Jason doing them!"

There was a short silence, after which Kane added: "If there were such a copycat here right now, I must warn y'all, that Jason was very picky on which people to kill first. Some bodies where found naked in the lake, probably killed while skinny dipping. Which got you marked, Kia! Others were murdered either some time after they had sex, or while they were still doing it. Then there were people who were a little drunk. We're both marked now, Gibb! And others who were a little high. Much like yourself, Bill!"

After another silence, Gibb stated: "Think I'd rather deal with that guy who killed Trey."

Kane had a little grin on his face as he questionned: "How can you be so sure about that?"

Again there was silence. Then Kia, once again was the one to break it: "Watcha sayin' now? Do ya know who did this?

Kane was still grinning: "Not really! But killed in bed, and the bed in question got bent? Does that sound like just any kind of psychotic killer to you?"

When Kane stated this, Lori had to think back about the man she has been meeting in her dreams lately. A scary man that tried to hurt her each time she slept.

"What's the matter?" Kane asked Lori, when he noticed how she reacted to what he just said, "Any bad dreams lately?"

Lori looked at him in surprise, wondering to herself how he could know that.

"That kinda dream," he continued, as he moved closer to her threateningly, "which occurs when you least expect it. You think you're still awake, but you're not."

He either didn't noticed or cared that Lori started to freak out: "Your friends are in the dream as well, but they don't help you. They're either asleep, or they ignore you in the dream. And coffee, or energy drinks help you… to fall asleep even faster. First… you see some kids, playing with jump ropes, singing a little song, until finally…

"KANE!" Will stood up suddenly, trying to stop him, "That's enough! You're scaring her!"

Kane deciding to quit the show: "You're right. I'd better give it to yeh straight about Frederick Krueger!"

Gibb looked at Kane in surprise: "Who's Frederick… er… Frederick Whatever?"

"Frederick Krueger, Freddy if you will," Kane explained, "was a child murderer, Sprigwood's own boogey man! He lured them to some plant, where he used to work. There he 'played' with the kids after which he killed them."

"Dude, that sucks." Bill remarked.

"He was quite the original killer, must say." Kane ignored Bill's remark, "He made this special glove, with knives on each finger, which he used to scare the kids, then kills them with it."

"What happened to him?" Lori seemed to have enough curiousity for two now, "Did the police catch him?"

"Yeah, they did." Kane replied, "But the arrest warrent was never signed, making his arrest illegal, so they had to let him go. If he was to be arrested again, the police had to wait for him to commit another crime until they could!"

He paused again, just to let everybody get over the shock, then went on: "After that he just disappeared. However... you can understand that the parents in Springwood weren't to happy about his release, nor did they feel like sacifising one of their kids, just so he'd be caught again. Rumours has it that they came to Kruegers place, and torched it down, with Krueger still inside his house."

"And that mothafucka got what he diserved!" Kia tried to make him stop, "End of story!"

"You'd wish!" Kane said with another undertone, "There was a girl who believed that Krueger had somehow found a way to continue his... hobby. This he does by invading our very minds. More specificly : our dreams!"

Lori had started paying more attention then ever, as Kane continued: "She had a nightmare in which she saw a man with a burned face, wearing a green-and-red striped sweather, an ugly hat and knives for fingers. He supposedly is the one that killed two of her friends, her boyfriend, and her mother. She actually believed that they died in the dream, and thereby died in reality. Oh, and by the way..."

He turned to Lori as he said: "…she lived on 1428 Elm!"

If he hadn't scared her earlier, he sure has now.

"But don't worry." he added, "Those were just a few nightmares. In reality, someone wanted people to believe Krueger did those murders."

Lori still needed some convincing: "What makes you so sure?"

"Because somebody sure did, a year later at a pool party." Kane answered, "I'm surprised somebody had even survived such a massacre to tell what he looked like."

"And suppose Krueger does invade us in our dreams?" Lori asked

"Even if he did," Kane answered, "there are other stories saying that his own daughter killed him. She's dead by now. Cancer got her.Some folks even believe that this might trigger Krueger to return. Still, this ain't the Matrix, Lori! I dreamt lots of times I was about to die, but I'm still here. Then again I never really slept the whole dream to see myself die, but you get the gist."

"Woh there!" if Kia wasn't pissed earlier..., "Now if ya don't believe that, then what was all that shit you pulled earlier on Lori?"

After a little pause, Kane answered: "…That was just a show!"

Kia did not know what to say, because there were lot's of things she wanted to say now. It took her a few seconds to decide on that: "Okay then, what does that has to do with Trey?"

"Well," Kane answered, "let's suppose Trey had a dream which involved bending the bed, and the dream became real. Or that's the story our killer really wants us to believe, by using such weird contraptions. And why wouldn't he? I mean, it had happened before that some guy seemed to be swallowed by his own bed, so they don't need a bodybag, but a towell to clean him up."

Exept for Gibb, as weird as it sounds, everyone almost puked at the sound of this.

Nevertheless, Kane continued, "And who knows, Blake was assumingly sleeping, but killed himself instead, or he was asleep, but…"

"Okay, okay, ya made yah point." Kia tried to stop him.

"Must say," Kane added, "that whoever's committing all those murders must be a real artist!"

Will, who noticed that the sun's nearly under, told the group: "Well, if you have any more stories to tell, you'd better do that inside. It's getting dark."

Everyone looked around, noticing for the first time how dark it has become while Kane was telling the story, so the latter said: "Nah… said enough."