Camp of Legend A novel

Chapter Four-Friday, June 13, 2014

Imagine the idea of camping.

It should be a fun thing.

You swam in the lake. You did a bit of archery. You explored the woods. And everyone smiled. It was something that was prophetic that Camp Crystal Lake was known for.

And yet, deep down, the camp had a lot of problems.

Crazy Ralph, the town loony, knew what others didn't want to think about a long time ago. It was his religious warnings that caused Enos, the truck driver, to warn Annie not to go there because she was doomed.

Steve Christy made sure that everyone would have the time of their lives. Sadly, with his death, the camp lost its way.

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John Zachariah, the new Camp Crystal Lake head counselor, stopped near the Diner. The cold weather was abnormal at this time of year.

It was supposed to be ° 86.

He wore a yellow CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE, 1958 T-shirt, blue shorts, black socks, and brown shoes on his feet.

He gazed at the oak trees.

And he smiled.

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John, (who was thirty-five), had short black hair, hazel eyes, and tall. He was one hundred and eighty pounds.

As he got out, he locked up his van.

He gripped his wallet in his right hand, and opened the front door of the Diner.

And went inside.

A woman in her early fifties smiled at John.

"Good morning, what do you like to have?", she asked.

"Some coffee, and a hamburger with the lot", John answered. He took out a twenty dollar note, and gave it to her.

The waitress had short black hair, blue eyes, and petite.

On her right breast were the name: ESTELLA.

She wore a yellow dress, brown stockings, and flat shoes on her feet. On her right hand was a diamond wedding ring.

"You're a counselor at Camp Crystal Lake, ain't you?", she asked.

"Yes, I got the job today", John answered.

"It is cursed. That's why no one goes there", Estella warned him. She served him his coffee. Then she cooked the hamburger, as other regulars arrived and sat down at their seats. When they saw John they shivered.

An old man gazed at him.

"Camp Crystal Lake is doomed, you know. Doomed!".

"I'm sure it's free from doom", John stated. He wandered whether all of the towns people really believed in death curses, or they wanted to stir up ancient history to scare new comers from going there in the first place.

"My son went there in the summer of fifty-seven when that eleven year old disabled boy drowned. Jason Voorhees couldn't swim. He was mighty peculiar. He kept to himself; he was...abnormal. He didn't do anything bad. No one wanted to be with Jason. He was a loner; he was going into the woods. His mother, Pamela Sue Voorhees, lived in a tin shack in the middle of the woods. It was a home for them. Jason was dirty all over from skinning his knees, or muddied his face, as young children do. But, to me, there wasn't any soul in him. Nothing but evil was part of his soul. His mother was insane. She went loony when Elias Voorhees left the town in nineteen forty-five, just after April of that year when World War II ended. As our soldiers celebrated, Pamela was pregnant with Jason. Jason was born on Friday, June 13, 1946. I'm telling you this because it's part of the history. For a decade no one wanted to play with him as he grew older; no one. Barry was a local boy. He was at Camp Crystal Lake because his old man was there back in nineteen fifty-three. That was where he met Claudette. They connected in the summer of nineteen fifty-six. It was love at first sight. They were just sixteen. It wasn't fair that they were the first to die. The Christy family were to be blamed for letting them to be the new camp counselors; they proved to be bad news for them. After the war the nineteen fifties was full of communism, radical thinking, and rebellious behavior. But, at Camp Crystal Lake, the times didn't change. Pamela Sue Voorhees knew them and the other campers. While the campers conformed, Barry went to the new barn to make out with Claudette. And when Jason was left alone, so did they. By the summer of nineteen fifty seven, the young couple turned seventeen. They heard the stirring songs by the campers by the campfire. And they let Jason drown on purpose. Pamela lost the plot after that. And vowed revenge on them the following year on Friday, June 13, 1958. Barry didn't deserve to die. He grew up loving the outdoors. And camps. Claudette, who was also born in nineteen forty, grew up in a strict Catholic household. And going to camp as she was older, was an escape for her. When she met Barry, there was a sense of happiness in which was fulfilled by a need to be whole. And Barry knew that. That's why they kissed, and was in love with her. Sadly, their romance ended in horror. After their deaths there was the fires and the poisoned water in the late nineteen fifties, and early nineteen sixties. Some people thought Pamela had had come back to taint Camp Crystal Lake until it was closed permanently. And it proved to be the final straw. The camp officially was silent for about the next fifteen years until Steve Christy funded twenty-five thousand dollars to fix up the camp with a friend of his in the summer of nineteen seventy-eight; by the summer of nineteen seventy-nine, he, Alice Hardy, and the new campers arrived. And they were murdered. A cook, by the name of Annie, seventeen, died in the dark woods by Pamela who used a sharp butcher knife. Annie, who looked after the other campers and fed the poor children, was killed off before she could be of help; Annie was a good child. I knew her parents, Jim and Beth Phillips. When she died, they were in deep shock. She was found in a green jeep by Alice after Pamela drove her to the camp. There was two green jeeps at camp. Steve Christy used the first one to head into town to get food supplies; Pamela used the second one to kill the campers. Camp Crystal Lake was known for its low budget when it came to costs. In short, as Alice who was romantically linked to Steve Christy, and Bill Hope, the painter, struggled to make sense of what was happening, she barricaded herself inside the camp. After she saw the bright lights of the jeep, she saw Pamela. Pamela who murdered Steve Christy as he came home to the camp thanks to a ride by Sheriff Tierney in the heavy rain, Alice blinked. 'I am Mrs. Voorhees. I was the camp's cook'", she said.