The old man drank some coffee.
He took a deep breath, as he saw several hitchhikers waving their thumbs. Carol Lowe stared at the van.
"Excuse me, can you tell me go to Camp Crystal Lake?", she asked.
"The camp is cursed", the old man answered.
"I don't believe in curses", she said.
"You should. Because Jason Voorhees is back".
"You don't know that".
"I know something though".
"And that is".
"That evil won't die".
***
Carol waved her right hand.
A group of six teenagers were in the van.
"Going to Camp Blood?", Nathan Blake asked.
"Yes", Carol answered.
"Hop it, we got room for one more person".
"Thank you".
And she was glad to go to camp before it got too dark.
***
Carol saw a lot of campers arriving at Camp Crystal Lake.
She smiled, as she wandered whether the talk of death curses, and bad luck, had infiltrated the place.
She wore a yellow CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE T-shirt, blue shorts, black shoes on her feet.
She was the new camp counselor.
"Good morning, I'm Carol. Thank you for coming. As you know that Camp Crystal Lake is the best place to come to relax, see the sights, and to play sports like archery. And go swimming. The woods are out of bounds. Some previous camp counselors like Paul Holt and Steve Christy, back in the nineteen seventies, and early nineteen eighties, warned the campers. Several of them didn't listen; the rest listened. So, in my experience, don't go there without another camper".
"Jason Voorhees is dead", Nathan said.
"Is he?", Carol asked.
"Yes", Nathan answered.
"We're all here for the summer. Once everyone settles down, we'll have lunch. Then we'll go exploring", Carol stated.
And Nathan nodded.
***
Marty Jones smiled at Caroline Lang.
They held hands, as they headed towards the old woods.
"We shouldn't go", Caroline said.
"We won't be too long", Marty stated.
She nodded, as they reached the entrance to the front part of the campgrounds, as they begun to explore the area without knowing about the horror within.
***
The boy was scared.
He knew he was drowning; he was upset that the mother wasn't scared-yet. Despite the warnings, he knew that her small hands had dragged him out of the lake. He breathed; he was breathing; he breathed, and he knew that the idea of surviving was something new; something that was emerging from a supernatural element which drove him onward. And, while he let his mother drag him to the shack in the woods, evil was born that day in the summer of nineteen fifty-seven.
***
Marty stared at the oak trees.
"It's creepy", Caroline said.
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Camp of Legend A novel
FanfictionCamp of Legend A novel is rated Mature for horror, sex references, coarse language, supernatural themes, adult themes. Camp Crystal Lake is cursed for good reason. When a group of campers, and counselors, arrive to have fun, they're hunted by an unk...
