The song 'Glory days' was playing.
I heard a sound; a faint sound.
I saw someone in the woods.
It was Jason Voorhees.
He had a hockey mask on his face.
The potato sack was ripped---like in 1981.
He had stolen it from Shelly, one of the campers back in 1982.
That was the story I had had heard.
Jason was armed with a machete.
I screamed, and fled to the cabins.
Jane was attacked.
She yelled as she saw the blood on her ripped jeans.
She limped, as she raised the alarm bell.
We were glad that the horror was almost over.
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Camp Crystal Lake A Friday the 13th novel
FanfictionCamp Crystal Lake, 1984 Emily Pierson, and her friends, are spending the weekend at Camp Crystal Lake. It's going to be a fun time partying, drinking, making out with their boyfriends, and enjoying life. But, as they do so, Emily faces a killer who...
