Camp of Legend A novel

Chapter One-June 13, 2012

Imagine a time in which campers were camping in the lush woods. A time that was far away from the war years; a time in which you arrived on a bus, or driven to Camp Crystal Lake by a van; a time that revolved around making out, playing archery, and ignored the dreaded warnings of the counselors, and did your own thing on Friday the 13th, the scariest time of all. That, and the feelings of evil still permeated in the hot summer sun.

Nothing out of the ordinary happened as Marta Sanders smiled at her mom. "I'm going to Camp Crystal Lake. Nothing will happen".

"I hope so. There was those murders decades ago in nineteen seventy-nine. And even before that there was the poisoned water in nineteen sixty-two. And the fires in nineteen fifty-nine. The camp closed down because of the 'accidents'", Marti Sanders said.

"I know that, Mom. But nothing has happened since".

"I deserve to be worried".

"Mom, I'll miss you, you know that".

And she kissed her, as the grabbed her bags in both hands, and opened the front door of her Connecticut house.

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Rod Blaine grinned at Marta.

"Hey, I was concerned about you". He got out of his van. Marta opened the driver's-side door of his van.

"I was concerned that you'd not be going".

"I couldn't be happier, if it meant spending time with my boyfriend". Marta, who was seventeen, had short, black hair, hazel eyes, and petite.

She wore a yellow CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE, 1958 T-shirt, a white bra, blue shorts,  black socks, and black shoes.

On her right hand was a silver watch.

In the back of the van was four teenagers: Ray Lowe; Natalie Jess; Mark Klein; and Victoria Sharp.

"Hey, Marta. I thought we'd miss you", Ray said.

"I talked to Mom, and she warned me not to go to Camp Crystal Lake because of the accidents. But I'm going anyway".

"Yeah, it was the work of Pamela Sue Voorhees. She did it as revenge for her son's death back in the summer of nineteen fifty-seven", Ray said.

"Jason Voorhees".

"Yeah. Pamela worked as the camp's cook. She married Elias Voorhees when they were only fifteen. It was at the end of World War II; it was something that she did back then. She was born on Friday the 13th, 1930, five years before Camp Crystal Lake was opened. For a long time, a decade that is, nothing happened. By nineteen forty-six, Jason Voorhees was born. Pamela was sixteen; Elias Voorhees was away. The whereabouts were unknown. Some say he built a grey shack in the dark woods; some say he left town and never returned; some say that he divorced Pamela and went home to New York with his parents so that he got a proper job. In either case, it was something that a lot of people speculated about for a long time. By the nineteen fifties, there was a lot of change. Jason Voorheees was home schooled. He attempted to fit in. But he loved the woods, like his mother did. Then on Friday, June 13, 1957, aged 11, he drowned in the middle of the lake. Barry Donaldson and his girlfriend Claudette Free, both 17, ignored his cries of 'Help me! Help me!'. And, as he drowned, the terror of Camp Crystal Lake had had started. Then, a year later, on Friday June 13, 1958, they were murdered in the barn leaving the campers to sing 'Kum-ba-yah!', and 'Hang your head, Tom Dooley'. The murderer wasn't caught. Camp Crystal Lake was closed. In nineteen fifty-nine through to nineteen sixty there was several fires; in nineteen sixty-one, there was poisoned water in the vans, as well as the cars; in nineteen sixty-two, there was further fires. The arsonist was never caught; the murderer wasn't either. After that, there wasn't anything else that had had happened at Camp Crystal Lake. Steve Christy was born on July 7, 1950. He grew up knowing that the so-called 'death curse' had had ruined his family. He went to Crystal Lake High School, and loved the hot summers there. By nineteen seventy-eight, aged twenty-eight, he and Roy Shields, who was thirty, saved up twenty-five thousand dollars to re-open the camp. He, his Assistant Camp Counselor, Alice Hardy, twenty-one, and others, dreamed of having a great time and enjoying themselves. But, in the end, they all died except for Alice. She had met Pamela Sue Voorhees late at night when her friends died. Pamela, who was wearing a blue sweater, blue jeans, black socks, and black shoes, grinned at her. She held a large butcher knife, grinned her white teeth, and attacked her in the camp, as well as on the beach. Alice, a kind artist, used a sharp machete to kill her. And then she was attacked by Jason Voorhees on one of the canoes. Then Sheriff Ron Tierney, sixty, saved her after she saw Jason Voorhees dragging her into the deep lake. After she was interrogated by him, and Officer Jon Dorf, forty, who always rode his bicycle, she told him that Jason was alive; she then closed her tired eyes and had nightmares of that fateful day".

"We already heard...", Mark piped in.

"Annie Phillips  was a nineteen  year old cook. She was murdered in the woods on Friday, June 13th, nineteen seventy-nine; she was the first. But not the last. Enos, the sixty-one year old truck driver, and Crazy Ralph, the seventy year old doomsayer, warned the campers. But when they failed to heed the warnings, everyone died. I can go on and on. But I won't. Over time, there were more campers, and counselors, who were murdered by Jason Voorhees. Only Ginny Field, twenty, and her boyfriend Paul Holt,  twenty-eight, who worked at the Crystal Lake Counselors' Training Center, (which was across from Camp Crystal Lake itself); only Ginny Field, a psychology major, survived. Paul Holt was attacked. He was taken to the hospital under deep sedation. And he wasn't seen again".

"And what happened next?", Victoria asked.

"Then the camp was changed to 'Higgins Haven' because of the notorious nature of the murders. Chris Chambers was attacked by Jason Voorhees in the summer of nineteen eighty in the woods. The camp was silent since Pamela Sue Voorhees was murdered. By nineteen eighty-two, she came back and was attacked by Jason Voorhees. She survived, but her mind was warped, as she was taken to the Connecticut Mental Hospital by ambulance. And then Tommy Jarvis attempted to kill him. He yelled 'Die! Die! Die!', as he, and his sister Trish, survived along with Rob Gordon. Rob, whose sister was killed in nineteen eighty-one, attempted to kill Jason. He failed. But he lived, along with Trish in the summer of nineteen eighty-four. Tommy Jarvis, aged twelve, went to the Pinehurst Sanitarium for Disturbed Teenagers in the summer of nineteen eighty-five. He was blamed for a series of copycat murders at Camp Crystal Lake. In nineteen eighty-six, he and Allen Hawes dug up Jason's grave. Allen was killed. Tommy, (now twenty), attempted to tell the Sheriff that Jason was alive. But he was locked up. To cut a short story short, he came out of the grave to kill again. And, from nineteen eighty-eight to nineteen ninety three, he committed more murders. And he was sent straight to Hell thanks to the Federal Bureau of Investigation. It's over now. Over. And now we're here at Camp Crystal Lake in the year 2012. And nothing will happen", Ray said.

And he took a deep breath, and waited for the campers to digest what he'd had said.

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