"Yeah, it was me!" Wayne scowled.
"What? That doesn't make any sense." Johnny said.
"Sure it does." Velma said.
"But, Wayne. You're the one who always warned us about the legend." Tom said.
"Do you really think I believe in that junk?" Wayne asked, in a patronizing tone.
"But, like, Wayne. Why?" Shaggy asked.
"I can answer that, Shaggy." Velma said.
She took out the diary she had found and handed it to him.
"Like, what's this?"
"Wayne's diary. If you look through it, you'll find all the answers you need."
Shaggy flipped through the diary, revealing a lot of entries.
"Like, it looks like it's about you, Heather." Shaggy said.
"Me?" Heather asked.
She and Johnny walked over and looked at the diary. It was filled with pictures of Heather, drawings of her, as well as explicit fantasies, and stories about her.
"I don't get it. What does this have to do with Jason?" the police officer asked.
"Just look." Velma said.
She took out the note from earlier, and opened the diary. Velma held the page and the book together, revealing that the note had been ripped out of it.
"I loved you, Heather." Wayne said, looking up at her with hatred in his eyes.
"Why did you do this?" Heather asked.
"After you had broken up with that jerk face over there." Wayne indicated Johnny. "I asked you out, remember?"
Heather nodded her head.
"And you rejected me. Remember that too?"
She nodded again.
"Then I'd heard you had gotten back with Johnny the next day. I planned this whole thing out for weeks." Wayne said.
"So you killed Tawny, Clarke, Ed, and Sam, and then you were gonna blame the whole thing on me." Johnny said.
"Yeah." Wayne laughed. "Great plan, huh? And I would've gotten away with it too, if it wasn't-"
"Yeah, we know the rest." Velma quickly said.
"By the way, what happened to Sam and Ed's bodies?" the officer asked.
"Check the lake. They're probably somewhere at the bottom." Wayne said.
"I can't believe you'd do such a horrible thing, Wayne." Ellen said.
"You're really sick. You know that?" Daphne said.
Wayne just smiled, sinisterly.
"Well, we all go a little mad sometimes" he said.
"Like, take him away officer." Shaggy said proudly.
"Yeah, take him away." Scooby agreed.
"Thank you kids for all of your help. More officers'll arrive in the morning so we can do a proper search of the bodies. Come on, you." the officer said, taking Wayne to the car.
"Scooby-Doo!" Scooby barked.
Later, everyone had gathered around one of the tables of the camp. With the machete set down on the table, everyone had been rejoicing that this nightmare had finally ended.
Fred stood there, holding the hockey mask Wayne had worn in his hand, and spoke.
"Great job tonight, guys. We couldn't have solved this mystery without you." he said.
"Let me see that, Freddy." Scooby said, taking the hockey mask and trying it on his head.
He began to make notions of a zombie, while everyone laughed.
"What a ham." Velma said.
"Now, what should we do?" Daphne asked.
"I got an idea. How about we all go into a cabin, and play some board games or something?" Fred suggested.
"Nah, I'm just gonna go back to my room and read for a bit." Ellen said.
"Alright. Are you guys in, Shag?" Fred asked.
"Yeah, like, We should like play cards first. Come on, Scoob." Shaggy said.
"O.K." Scooby said.
He then hung the hockey mask by the strap on the Mystery Machine's side view mirror before following Shaggy.
"You wanna come too, Janine?" Shaggy asked.
"I think I'm gonna just go to sleep. You guys have fun, though." Janine said.
"Okay. Like, good night then." Shaggy said.
Daphne sighed.
"I am so relieved that there is no real Jason." she said, shutting the door to the cabin.
After they all had gone into their cabins, over by the lake, a dark figure rose up from the water. It was covered in moss and mud as it stepped onto the shore. It walked slowly through the woods, and to the camp. The figure stepped over to the Mystery Machine, picked up Wayne's hockey mask and slipped it on.
The monster then picked up the bloody machete that had been sitting on the table.
The true Jason Voorhees was back. The real nightmare was just beginning.
In Ellen's room, she was sitting on her bed, listening to music on her iPod as she began reading another chapter of "Catcher in the Rye". Suddenly, she heard a noise.
"Hello?" she called. No one was there.
"Hello?" she called again. Still no answer.
She took off her earbuds, got up, and walked over to the door. She was almost afraid to open it.
"Hey, Tom, if this is you and Justin playing a trick, it's not funny." she said.
She heard a screeching noise. Like someone scrapping a knife against the wood of the cabin. Little did she know, Jason was watching her through the window.
"Come on, guys. Knock it off." Ellen said.
She smiled, and opened the door. No one was there. She stepped outside a bit, and looked around. Her eyes caught nothing. She shrugged, and went back inside.
But as she shut the door and turned around, she gasped as a monster grabbed her throat.
"So, what game do you guys wanna play next?" Fred asked.
"I'm up for whatever you guys wanna do." Johnny said, with his hand on Heather's shoulder.
"I don't know. How about Monopoly?" Daphne suggested.
"Oh, Ellen loves that game." Tom said.
"Do you wanna go ask her if she wants to play?" Velma asked.
"Yeah, sure. I'll be right back." Tom said, getting up.
"Don't take too long, bro. Or we'll start without you guys." Justin called as Tom walked out the door.
When Tom got to Ellen's cabin, he lightly tapped on the door.
"Ellen? You in there? We're gonna play some Monopoly, you in?" he asked.
"Ellen?" he called again.
He slowly opened the door, and walked inside. His eyes widened as he saw a figure standing in front of Ellen hanging from her bed sheets by the fan on the ceiling.
Even more fear struck Tom's heart as the murderer turned to face his next victim.