Jason Voorhees's Girl

CHAPTER 8

The Fall and Winter passed without any other unexpected visits. Spring rolled around and it was a warm afternoon of May, I was chasing a rabbit practicing my hunting skills. A loud noise began to come from the distance in the direction of the road leading to camp. I released the rabbit instead of killing it. I ran far ahead of the noise up the road. I waited for the noise to come by while I hid in the under brush. The noise began at a low hum, and grew to a loud rushing sound. I then realized that it was a car coming. I jumped out from the underbrush and began to climb a tree all the way to the top. Sitting atop a sturdy branch, I watched, I waited, and I observed the car as it went by. Though it didn't seem to be in a hurry of any kind. Out of the corner of my eye, a shadow rushed in the direction of the car. Jason. I stood up and began to run from branch to branch. At this height, it was dangerous to run from branch to branch, but it was the fastest way of transportation without being seen. For me anyway. When I caught up to Jason, I jumped down and followed him. The car stopped near camp. Jason watched them intensely. Two men sat in the car talking they never got out. "Jason, who are they?" I looked at him. He didn't move. After a couple more minutes of watching the men talk and point at the camp, they turned the car around and left. Jason went to the cabin where we did everything, and had everything we owned. Jason went upstairs; he grabbed some of the old newspapers out of the trunk. He flipped through some pages and picked one up and showed it to me. The headlines read 'CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE CLOSED!!!' The paper mostly explained that the camp was closed because of reports of people going insane and forensic evidence found in the camp. The last line quoted, "In conclusion to this mad forensic mystery, it seems as though Camp Crystal Lake will be closed forever, and never to be reopened again." I looked at Jason then back to the paper. Like a flash of lightning it snapped and all linked together. "Let me get this straight, they are going to reopen the camp, clean everything out, including everything in our cabin, even though they aren't even sure we're not dead?" I asked him. He stood looking down at me. I slammed my fist on the table he had laid the newspapers across. I was pissed. People were so careless nowadays. I breathed in deeply. "Well, they've got another thing coming... This is not there home, it's ours!" I cried. A plan formed in my mind on how it was going to stay our home. "Jason, grab that trunk. I have a plan..."