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Prologue

Amy knew that the girls were back.

She smoked a cigarette, and waited for the Camp Mother to complain...again.

***

Amy wore a red colored night gown.

She wondered if she would be left out of their fun.

Her long, black colored hair glistened; her blue colored eyes focused on the glass window in her campsite.

Not this year, she thought to herself.

As he feet hit the soft ground, she saw a shadow outside.

She screamed.

But, to her shock, it was only a tree branch that was hitting the window. She smiled to herself. She hated her nerves was a mess due to the incidents with Randall Jeston, the clown killer. Pranks were pranks.

Yet, he was killed.

And his sisters were weird.

And they lived in the crawlspace in the attic.

And murdered people with their scythes.

That was a long time ago...

...Now, as 2013 ended, Amy hoped the horror would come to an end...And that everyone would celebrate the upcoming Christmas season without further distress.

***

Dark clouds hovered in the night sky.

"Lisa, Deana! Where are you?".

She went to the Lounge room.

They weren't there.

"Hey, is anyone here? Hello?".

Then Amy saw a Christmas hat on the sill.

It was Deana's.

Her name was on it.

DEANA.

"Typical!".

And she opened the window...and grabbed it.

To her shock, she noticed her friend's body.

She screamed.

Then she grabbed her I-phone.

And dialled 9-1-1.

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