The night loomed over a small cul-de-sac somewhere in the suburbs with the Moon accompanying it high in the starry sky, illuminating with its sheer brilliance. Residents of this little cul-de-sac were either watching the TV or sleeping but a boy, maybe 10 or 11 years old, wearing a noticeable yellow rain-coat with matching Wellington boots was playing about on the street on his own, splashing in the puddles created by the rainfall earlier that evening and singing one of his favourite songs he learned when he was a little younger.

"The itsy bitsy spider crawled up the water spout,

Down came the rain and washed the spider out,

Out came the sun and dried up all the rain,

And the itsy bitsy spider crawled up the spout again."

With his dark chocolate-brown eyes more interested on the pavement and the puddles than in front of him, he didn't notice a tall man standing on the sidewalk and accidentally bumped into him. He slowly stared up to the man, who seemed to look like a 'giant' in comparison to himself, and innocently smiled, "I'm sorry mister."

The man, his face hidden by shadows, tilted his head to the side, like a dog would when it doesn't understand its master's command. They both just stare at each other for like an eternity but in reality, it was only a minute or two. They were then disturbed by the voice of the boy's mother calling out to him from the front porch.

"Thomas! Thomas, you come right on in here! It's nearly your bedtime!"

"Okay Ma!" Thomas took one more look at the towering man, still smiling before waving goodbye, running toward his mother and they both return to the soothing warmth of their house. The man watched him disappear before turning back to what he was originally looking at before he was 'disturbed'. A quaint little house set right in the middle of the circle, with a white picket fence and a beautiful, flowery garden. He was out to get the person who lived inside that house and no-one was going to stop him from achieving his goal…

Inside the very house, the stranger was eyeing from outside Alice Hardy, one of two survivors of the 'Camp Crystal Lake Murders', was lying fully-clothed on her bed asleep, but judging by her constant mumbling, she was obviously having another nightmare of that dreadful night. They invade her mind like a hyperactive puppy wanting its owner's attention 24/7.

-- In the dream she was running out of the main cabin, after Brenda's body was thrown through one of the kitchen windows, and skidded to a halt once she saw someone climbing out of the jeep. The woman looked to be in her late 40's-early 50's by Alice's quick observation; with short, curly-like ginger hair and she wore a blue woolly sweater that stood out among the dark, along with dark jeans and hunting boots, but what stood out to Alice most of all was the woman's large smile, backed up by large white teeth.

"Who are you?" Alice heard herself asked as the woman continued to smile.

"Why, I'm Mrs. Voorhees. An old friend of the Christys," she answered, her voice seeming to echo into the night. --

Back in her bed Alice turned over onto her other side, moaning as her nightmare continued without no stops…

-- Alice was frantically trying to tell Mrs. Voorhees that everyone else was dead, and that they needed to get out of there, but she didn't seem to be listening.

"No, no! They're all dead! They're all dead!"

Mrs. Voorhees nodded, seemingly not affected by this little known fact, "All right. I'll go and take a look."

"Please, don't leave me. They'll kill you too."

"It's alright," she kept reassuring, "I'm not afraid," and with that Mrs. Voorhees left to venture into the cabin that Alice had just ran out of crying out for help. --

Since the incident Alice had had her long, red hair cut to just above shoulder-length, and it was now clinging to the sweat that was forming on her face as she fisted the sheets beneath her and muttered a short, "No!"

-- Mrs. Voorhees was leaning against the frame of the archway between the kitchen and the living room, explaining to Alice about the incident that happened years ago in '57...

"Did you know a young boy drowned? The year before those two others were killed. The counsellors weren't paying any attention! They were making love while that young boy drowned!"

Alice, at the time, was slowly edging toward the front of the sofa, giving her space between herself and Mrs. Voorhees who was slowly walking toward her, "His name was Jason." (CH CH CH AH AH AH) Her voice was back to being "motherly", soft and delicate, as she got closer to Alice, "I was working the day it happened. Preparing the meals. Here. I was the cook." This was when Mrs. Voorhees took it upon herself to grab Alice sharply by the top of her arms, "Jason should've been watched! Every minute! He was -- ." The woman paused, smiled a little as though what she was about to say might seem funny, "He wasn't a very good swimmer." Her hand was softly brushing down Alice's silky red hair as she laughed again before her expression changed to that of seriousness, "We can go now, dear." --

Alice, reflexively slapped the mattress with the palm of her hand in distress as the nightmare continued to harass her mind…

-- "Oh, my sweet, innocent Jason." An image of him thrashing in the water passed Mrs. Voorhees' mind, "My only child. Jason." Suddenly Jason disappeared underneath the water, due to fatigue. The waters of the lake going back to being still again. This ending the imagery.

As another tear traced down her cheek Mrs. Voorhees sharply turned her attention back to Alice, who was now standing beside the fireplace, her expression was now full of anger and torment, "You let him drown! You never paid any attention!" She grabbed the small table that was blocking her way and tossed it over to one side, "Look what you did to him…" Then she lifted up her jumper enough to show off the holster attached to the belt which held a Bowie knife, it glinting in the firelight as she unsheathed it.

"No," Alice cried, shaking her head before looking around frantically for something she could use to defend herself with.

"…LOOK what you DID to HIM!" Mrs. Voorhees raised the knife above her head and suddenly charged at her, screaming as she charged, as Alice grabbed one of the fire pokers and swung it with all her might. The hit was successful. It struck Mrs. Voorhees' hand that was wielding the knife by surprise, causing her to drop it and send her keeling over the sofa. Alice lifted the poker again and slammed it hard against the woman's back, knocking her down, for the moment.

Wasting no time Alice ran for the door, crashing through the furniture. she'd built up to barricade it crying and reaching out desperately for the doorknob. --

"No! Please, no," Alice mumbled a little louder this time, gripping the bed-sheet tightly between her fist…

-- "AAARRGGHH!" She heard herself scream as she stared at the dead body sitting in the passenger seat, head completely chopped in two and blood everywhere. Alice immediately backed herself out of the jeep. The need to get as far away from this place as she could clearly becoming inevitable. Her nightmare then skipped a few seconds later to when Steve's corpse suddenly jumped out of nowhere, dangling from the thick branches overhead with his throat slashed and his coat caked in his own blood. Alice's scream seemed to echo as she watched herself run in the opposite direction. --

It was as if Alice couldn't wake up, like the nightmare wasn't going to let her go until it was finished, as she gripped the side of her head and gently pulled at her hair, grumbling to herself…

-- Alice could see herself running. Running down the dirt path, brushing past branches that seem to scratch at her, ripping at her clothes as she made it to the shore. Mrs. Voorhees' voice echoing throughout as she taunted with words like, "KILL HER MOMMY! SHE CAN HIDE! THERE'S NO PLACE TO HIDE! KILL HER! GET HER!"

Alice then found herself in the middle of the scuffle she had with Mrs. Voorhees, whacking to the ground before she attempted to stab her with the sharp end of the oar. Next they're rolling over each other until Mrs. Voorhees was straddling over her, hands around her neck trying with all her strength to strangle Alice. The struggle seemed to last a little while longer; with Mrs. Voorhees biting Alice's wrist and banging her head against the sandy shore until Alice managed to fight her off and hurried to the machete that laid a few feet away. Picking it up in both palms Alice rushed at Mrs. Voorhees, who could only watch in sheer terror, as she swung the machete vertically and swiftly decapitated her in an instant. The blood seemed to pour out like a fountain, cascading blood literally everywhere as Alice stared at the headless body with wide eyes… --

Alice turned onto her other side again, gripping the bed-sheets with one fist and the pillow with the other as the nightmare was coming to an end…

-- Finding herself asleep in the canoe, drifting slowly in the middle of Crystal Lake, Alice was aroused by the sound of a man's voice coming from the shoreline. Slowly waking up, Alice looked in the direction of the shouting and saw that it belonged to a police officer, waving at her from the water's edge. She smiled to herself, knowing now that the nightmare was over. Yet Alice knew it wasn't as she watched the decomposed body of Jason jumping out from underneath the water behind her and pulled her down with him. The nightmare then skipped to the scene moments after Alice woke up screaming in a hospital room and was in mid-conversation with the officer who was calling out to her…

"Two of my men pulled you out of the lake. We thought you were dead too. Do you remember very much?" He asked, stepping a little closer to the bed.

"The boy." Alice replied with widen eyes, "Is he dead too?"

"Who?" Off. Tierney asked, placing his hand on his broad hips.

"The boy, Jason." Alice's voice was filled with a little frustration when she saw that Off. Tierney wasn't getting what she was blatantly trying to tell him.

"Jason?"

"In the lake. The one who attacked me. The one who pulled me underneath the water." Her head was shaking as she spoke, determining to get the officer to at least understand what she was talking about.

Off. Tierney shook his head in disbelief, "Ma'am, we didn't find any boy."

"…Then he's still there," Alice heard herself say, echoing so much that she couldn't bear it and… --

"NNOO!" Alice awoke with a start, clutching the side of her head and feeling her sweat-soaked hair between her fingers. Letting go Alice suddenly realized where she was and let out a great sigh. Then the moment of silence was quickly interrupted by the sound of someone knocking on her bedroom door and she instantly identified it to be her mother, Becci. She had moved in with Alice shortly after they'd been released from the hospital; a method the doctors thought was necessary in helping them to overcome their fears.

"Alice? Are you alright?" Becci asked worryingly as she entered the room, Alice noticing that she was wearing a white, long-sleeved blouse, a tanned pencil skirt to match it as well as a pair of tanned flat shoes, which were no higher than 3 inches. She looked like she was dressed up for a night out.

"Yeah, I'm fine Mom. Just another nightmare, that's all," Alice sighed again, combing her fingers through her sweat-soaked hair and allowing her Mom to sit beside her on the bed.

Becci embraced her daughter, soothingly rubbing her back in small circles, smiling as she heard Alice moaning gratefully, "Oh sweetie. It's going to get better, you'll see. I know it hasn't been easy for the both of us these last two months but I promise you, it will." Becci reassured, giving her an extra squeeze for comfort.

Alice doesn't answer. She just nodded and wrapped her arms around her Mom's slim waist, hugging her back.

After what seemed like hours of just them hugging each other, it was Becci who finally decided to pull away, a small smile on her face, "There. Do you feel a little better, honey?" She asked, with Alice giving her another nod before she pushed herself to her feet, "There was a report on CNN just now about a heavy storm that might be heading this way. They're not sure if it might hit us but we can't be too careful so I'm off to the store to buy us some flashlights."

They could've used candles if they had any and if Becci liked the smell they gave out as they burned. On her way to the door Becci stopped and turned back to see Alice stretching out like a cat along the bed.

"Why don't you make yourself a nice cup of tea. It'll make you feel better," Becci replied, watching as her daughter stood up from the bed and placed her hands firmly on her slight hips, "Mom, that's your remedy for everything," Alice retorted with a huge smile on her face.

"Well, it works doesn't it?" Becci winked. "Okay, so I'm off. I shan't be too long, unless I see some bargains, then they'll be no hope for me. I love you, darling," Becci replied, walking up to her daughter to give her another hug before letting her go.

"I love you too Mom. Just don't forget the flashlights," Alice said the last part louder, just to make sure her Mom wouldn't forget it. Even though Becci was only 40, she sometimes had the mind of an old-age pensioner when it came to remembering things.

"Alright, no need to rub it in, I won't. See you in a bit, hun." And with that said Becci waved goodbye and disappeared out the door, her heels banging against the wooden floorboards as she descended down the stairs. The front door opened and closed a few minutes later.

Standing in the middle of the room Alice could feel her clothes clinging to her skin and decided to take a shower first before making the tea. On her way to the bathroom along the landing Alice stopped and looked up at one of the pictures that was hanging on the wall. It was one of her drawings; a picture of Bill, how Alice had remembered him, with those beautiful eyes and that winning smile. She touched it with her fingers and smiled at the pleasant memories she had of him before that night. With her mind back on track Alice continued down the landing and straight into the bathroom.

Stripping off her clothes in no time at all and throwing them into the laundry basket, Alice turned the faucet on as the water cascaded from the showerhead. Once the water was warm enough for her to get in, she stepped inside and closed the shower curtain behind her.

After just a few minutes inside though, the phone began to ring outside in the hallway. Sighing out in frustration Alice spun the faucet back round, turning the shower off, and pulled the curtain back. Climbing out she reached for her pink bathrobe behind the door and quickly slipped it on, tying the fabric belt around her waist. Hurrying out the bathroom before the caller could hang up, she picked up the receiver and placed it against her ear.

"Hello?" There was no answer on the other line.

"Hello? Mom? Is that you?" Still no answer. Alice gripped the receiver a little tighter, getting a little agitated, "Hello? Is someone there? Is this some kind of joke because it's not funny!" She screamed down the phone but still nothing. With a frustrated sigh Alice slammed the phone down on its cradle, thanking God a second later that she didn't break it. Mom would've kill her otherwise.

Deciding that she'd rather have that cup of tea NOW than continue with her shower Alice trundled down the stairs and into the kitchen. Heading straight for the kitchen stove situated parallel to the doorway, Alice reached for the matchbook on the shelf above and took a match out of it. Turning one of the knobs on the stove she then struck the match and immediately placed it under the required burner and it erupted in a small burst of blue flame. Alice instantly turned down to the right temperature before blowing out the match and discarding it. Next picking up the kettle, Alice positioned it under the tap and filled it with cold water before putting on top of the burner.

What was that?! Her mind asked as she heard something clattering from somewhere out back. On the counter beside the stove lay an ice-pick and was now tightly gripped in one of Alice's palms out in front of her. Edging closer to the backdoor Alice would look behind her every so often to make sure no-one was creeping up on her. Reaching out Alice gripped the door-knob and slowly turned it, hearing it click before pulling it open.

There was nothing but darkness that welcomed her. With the ice-pick still clenched in her fist Alice stepped out onto the back porch to get a better view of the garden. Yet she couldn't see nothing but her Mom's flowers which seem to glow despite being surrounded by darkness.

"Come on Alice, get it together," she whispered to herself, followed by a long sigh and as she loosened her grip on the ice-pick. Taking one last look to make sure she wasn't missing anything Alice spun round and headed back inside, closing the door and locking it up tight. Walking up to the counter next to the stove Alice put the ice-pick down and suddenly felt a chill fly up her spine making her small hairs stand on end. Turning around she could see that it was coming from an open window beside the fridge/freezer and hurried to bolt it shut.

Feeling a little at ease Alice swiped the sweat from her brow that had formed and found that the kettle had boiled. As she prepared to pour it her hand accidentally brushed against the stove and burnt her, the sharp, burning sensation immediately shooting up her arm.

"Ah! Christ!" She cursed frustratingly, heading straight for the fridge/freezer to get some ice to cool the burn.

Upon opening it her eyes fix on a decomposing head and screamed out bloody murder when she realized who it belonged to. Mrs. Voorhees! Almost instantaneously she noticed another one placed right next to Mrs. Voorhees' and held a hand over her mouth in shock, trying her best not to vomit but finding it hard not to. Mom? Her Mom's eyes were staring upwards and her mouth was wide open, just like Mrs. Voorhees' was. Alice screamed again at the sight of her dead mother, the blood still dripping from the open abrasion as she backed away from it.

Abruptly her back hit something solid but before she could turn around and face it, two enlarged hands reached out and grabbed her vehemently by the hair and arm. Alice desperately tried to fend off her attacker, struggling hysterically in his grip, but finding it no use at the guy's immense strength.

"NO! NNNOO!" Alice pleaded but the hulking man continued to guide her over to the stove where the kettle was whistling to say that it had boiled. Letting go of her arm but having a firm grip on her hair the intruder moved the kettle to one side and, with the help of his inhuman strength, shoved her face hard against the scorching burner.

"AARRGGHH!" Alice shrieked, the scalding pain was unbearable. She tried to push herself off it with her palms pushing firmly against the front of the stove but to no avail. This guy was just too strong. Her skin started to swelter under the intense heat and she could smell her burnt flesh as he continued to press the side of her face on it. While he had her pinned down and hearing the high-pitched tone of her screaming, the intruder reached out and gripped the ice-pick in his palm. Raising it above his head, he stabbed it down with all his might into the back of Alice's skull, effectively killing her. Her frantic screaming coming to an abrupt end…

FRIDAY THE 13th II

A comicbookfan23/Teenaged Angst Production

Authors' Note: So? What do you all think? Pretty gruesome, huh? Please review because we like to know what you like about our story so far. That's not too much to ask, is it?