In a cabin, Fred, Daphne and Velma looked through everything to try to find clues.
"Do you guys see anything?" Fred asked.
"Nope. Do you, Velma?" Daphne asked.
Underneath a pillow on one of the beds, Velma picked up what appeared to be someone's diary. She opened it up, and skimmed through it a bit.
"Hmm, very interesting." she said to herself.
"What's that, Velma?" Fred asked.
Velma shut the book.
"Oh, it's nothing." she answered. "Come on, let's go."
They left the room, and Velma took the diary with her. Just in case.
When they got outside, they saw that everyone else, save for Clarke and Johnny were out there.
"Hey, guys. Did you find any clues?" Fred asked.
"Not a one." Justin said.
"Yeah, there's nothing in the woods. Just trees and dirt." Tom added.
"Like, Scoob, Janine and I didn't find anything either." Shaggy said.
"Yeah, nothing." Scooby agreed.
"Wait a minute. Where's Clarke?" Daphne asked.
"Last I heard, he was checking around the batting cages." Tom said.
"Sombody'd better head over there." Fred said.
"Me and Tom'll go." Justin said.
A few minutes later, after they had gotten to the cages, they discovered Clarke's lifeless body. The baseball had hit him so hard in the forehead, it had cracked his skull. Blood was trickling down his forehead as well.
"Oh, my God." Tom said.
"This is unreal." Justin said. "This is really starting to freak me out."
"Dude, look!" Tom yelled.
The boys both looked up to see Jason Voorhees, standing in the bushes looking straight at them.
"Hey!" Justin yelled at him.
Jason turned, and ran off as the boys followed to try and catch him. As soon as they had gotten into the woods though, Jason was no where to be found.
Now, the guys were scared.
"Come on. Let's get back. We gotta tell the others." Tom said.
They both ran back, with terror in their steps. As they ran back to everyone else, they began panting.
"Guys, what is it? What's wrong?" Fred asked.
"Jason Voorhees, that's what's wrong!" Justin said.
"What?" Heather asked.
"Clarke's dead. Me and Justin were both there. We know what we saw. It was Jason Voorhees." Tom said.
"Are you sure?" Velma asked.
"Yeah! Wayne was right. I've heard the stories. We're all screwed, now."
"Wait a minute. I think we're jumping the gun a bit, here." Fred said, calmly.
"Like, how can you be so calm, Freddy? We should make like hockey sticks and get the puck out of here!" Shaggy whimpered.
"Yeah." Scooby shivered.
"Maybe Shaggy and Scooby are right, Fred. This place is too creepy." Daphne said.
"We can't leave now. We still have to solve this mystery. So, let's all just calm down and think logically here." Fred said.
"Alright." Justin said, calming down.
"Okay, so whoever killed Clarke couldn't have gotten far, right?" Fred asked.
"Right." Heather said.
"Well, did anyone leave the groups in between the time Clarke was killed?"
Everyone stopped to think for a second. Heather, Justin and Tom's eyes all widened when they realized.
"Hey, guys. What's going on?" Johnny said, running back up to them.
Everyone turned to him, with accusation in their eyes.
"What's wrong? Why are you all looking at me like that?" Johnny asked.
"No. It can't be true." Heather said.
"Johnny, where were you just now?" Fred asked.
"I was…in the bathroom. Why? What happened?"
"Clarke's dead. He was killed about 5 minutes ago." Tom added.
"Oh, my God." Johnny said.
"Yeah. And don't you find it a little weird that while it happened, you were conveniently in the bathroom away from anybody else?" Justin asked.
"What are you getting at?" Johnny asked, beginning to tense up.
"It was you." Daphne finally said. "You're the murderer."
"What? No I'm not." Johnny said, defensively.
"Admit it, Johnny!" Tom screamed. "You dressed up in a hockey mask and killed Sam, Ed, Tawny and Clarke, didn't you!"
"I don't know what you're talking about! I didn't kill anybody!" Johnny screamed.
"Then, you don't mind if we check your cabin for clues, do you?" Fred said.
"Fine! Search everything of mine! I'm telling you, I'm innocent!" Johnny said.
So, everyone went into Johnny's cabin, and began to search through his drawers.
"You won't find anything." he said calmly as he sat on his bed, next to a closed window.
They checked the counter, and the dresser, but found nothing. Velma then looked over at Johnny and saw how calm and collected he looked.
"Get off the bed." she said.
"Why?" Johnny asked.
"We're gonna check under your mattress."
"There's nothing under my mattress."
"Stand up, Johnny." Fred said.
Johnny let out a sigh, and stood up. The others pulled up his mattress, and saw a bloody machete, along with a piece of paper that looked like it had been torn out of a notebook.
Again, all eyes were on Johnny.
"What? That's not my stuff! Someone's pulling a joke or something!" he yelled.
Tom picked up the piece of paper, and read:
"Everything is in place now. After killing Sam, Ed, and Tawny, everyone's beginning to panic. Once I take care of the others, I'll finish Heather off nice and slow. That'll teach the bitch for trying to break up with me last month. I should really be thanking Wayne. If he hadn't brought up Jason Voorhees, I would've never come up with this."
Fred had heard enough.
"Grab him." he said.
Everyone lunged at Johnny and held him by the arms.
"Stop! Stop it! I'm telling you! I didn't do it!" Johnny exclaimed.
"The note says it all, Johnny!" Daphne said.
"Look, why would I write a note like that, and stash it under my bed? Does that make any sense to you people?" Johnny asked.
"Like, I think we have all the evidence we need? Right, Scoob?" Shaggy said, proudly.
"Yeah!" Scooby agreed.
He picked up the machete, and put it on the bed.
Velma picked up the paper, and studied it carefully.
"So, what do you think? We should call the police?" Janine said.
"Yeah. Get the phone, Velma." Fred said.
"Wait! Listen! I swear to you guys, I didn't kill anybody! I'm innocent!" Johnny pleaded. "Someone's trying to set me up!"
Velma stopped looking at the note, and smiled.
"Hey, you're right. Guys, let him go." she said.
"What are you talking about, Velma?" Daphne said.
"I'm pretty sure Johnny's not our culprit."
"What do you mean? We caught him red handed." Janine said.
"Not necessarily." Velma added.
"Alright, everyone huddle." Fred said.
Everyone huddled around in a circle, while Tom and Justin kept Johnny from leaving it.
"Velma, what's going on?" Daphne said.
"Well, I have a pretty good idea who the real murderer is." Velma answered.
"So, like, it's not Johnny?" Shaggy asked.
"No." Velma said.
"Then, who is it?" Scooby barked.
"Never mind that, I have a plan." Velma said.
Everyone then heard a sound. They looked over to the bed, to find that the machete that was lying there, was gone, and the window was now open.
"Oh, no!" Shaggy shivered.
"So, what's the plan, Velma?" Fred asked.
"Well…."
About half an hour later, the trap had been set up and everyone was ready. Scooby-Doo and Shaggy were sitting in a tree high above the ground holding the volleyball net with two heavy rocks attached to it. Fred and Daphne hid behind some trees, while Velma stood in the center, waiting for Jason Voorhees to make his appearance. Johnny, Janine, Ellen and Heather hid in the cabins, waiting for confirmation that the plan had worked.
"Okay, now we all understand the plan?" Velma asked, looking up at Scooby and Shaggy.
"Like, yeah. Once tall, and spooky arrives, me and Scoob drop the net right on him!" Shaggy said rather loudly.
"Okay, shh! Someone's coming!" Daphne whispered, as she heard a sound in the woods.
Velma turned around to see the ghoulish figure, standing there, wielding the bloody machete. She stood there completely unafraid.
"Jason Voorhees. You've caused a lot of trouble here, you know. By now, you and I both know that you're not Jason Voorhees." Velma said.
Jason just stood there, breathing deeply. The expressionless hockey mask made him all the more frightening, but Velma stood her ground.
"It's time you take off that mask, and show us all who you are." she said.
The zombie took a few steps closer. A chill grew down Velma's spine, but her face remained calm.
"Don't you have anything to say? Or are you just gonna stare?" she asked.
Jason took more steps. Almost there…
"Well, fine. I've got something to say…..NOW!" Velma yelled.
This threw Jason off. He quickly looked up to the sky, and saw Shaggy and Scooby drop the net down.
"Bombs away!" Shaggy yelled.
But to everyone's surprise, Jason stepped out of the way of the net, and it hit the floor.
Velma gasped. As did Fred and Daphne.
Velma stood frozen at Jason, as he again advanced toward her.
"Run, Velma!" Daphne screamed.
Jason swung the machete at Velma's head, barely missing her.
Not a second later, Velma took off running, and Jason followed.
Never looking back, Velma booked it across the woods. Slowly but surely Jason was catching up with her.
With every bit of strength she had left in her legs, Velma headed towards the lake. Occasionally, she turned back to make sure the monster was still following her.
When they got threw the woods and onto the beach, Velma headed towards the dock. Jason continued following after her.
Once they reached the end of the dock, Velma jumped off.
"NOW!" she yelled before she hit the water.
As Jason kept running towards the dock, he prepared to stop himself, when a rope suddenly appeared below his ankles, and tripped him, making him fall into the water.
Velma's head arose from the water, and she looked around to see Jason flailing around in the lake. She smiled, and looked over to the dock.
"Great job, guys!" she said to Tom and Justin who had been the ones holding the rope.
"Help! Help! I can't swim!" Jason screamed.
The others looked at him, and realized that they had trapped their culprit.
Later, the police had shown up, Jason was tied to a chair, and everyone was gathered around him.
"And now, officer, let's see who the murderer is" Fred announced.
Scooby-Doo, then pulled off "Jason"'s mask, revealing him to be…
"Wayne?" Johnny asked, astonished.
"Wayne?" Heather also questioned.
"Wayne?" Fred, Daphne, Janine, Scooby and Shaggy said.
"Wayne?" Tom and Justin asked.
"Wayne." Velma simply said.