the murder of Crystal Lake

five

June, 20th, 1998

"Bailey Baker?" My eyes looked from the old, wooden floor to my father's eyes. He nodded at me and I stood up. The police officer placed his big hand at my back and carefully shoved me towards a room. He gestured me to sit down on a chair, then he took a seat at the other side of the desk himself. 

"Bailey, my name is Stan. If it is alright with you, I would like to ask you a few questions" I nodded. My dad had explained it to me earlier. Something happened to a kid the night we were at the lake. I had to tell the police everything I remembered and then I was free to go. "Okay" Stan started and opened up a folder. "Please explain to me everything that happened on June 16th" 

"Jules, Seb and me asked our parents if we could go camping at the Crystal Lake for my birthday. We wanted to watch the shooting stars" my eight-year-old self said. "The guy on the television said, the night would be clear, so we packed tents and food and my dad drove us there. He left a cellphone with us, so we could call Jules' and Seb's dad if we needed anything. We played cards and waited until it became dark enough to see the stars, but then suddenly there was a storm and I was afraid. I told Seb to call his dad to pick us up" 

"Do you remember the time Mr. Hunter arrived?" "Yes, it was just a few minutes after midnight" "And you left immediately?" I nodded. "Is there anything else you noticed that night?" Again, I nodded. "The weather forecast said clearly that there wasn't going to be a storm in the whole country. The storm came out of nowhere" Stan, the officer scribbled something on a paper. "What happened to the boy?" this time, it was my turn to ask. Stan paused. "I guess you have a right to know" he mumbled, then took off his glasses and set them on the table. He leaned forward and looked at me with serious eyes. "The boy we're talking about is your friend Graham" my eyes widened in shock.

 "But Graham had told us, that his parent's didn't allow him to go with us!" I shouted out. Stan furrowed his brows. "Are you sure?" "Yes!" I said determined. "I asked him myself, if he wanted to come with us!" The police officer said nothing for a moment. "But Graham's parent's told us, he was going camping with you"