Michael Myers's little sister

Camp rules

"Hello and welcome to camp crystal lake. I am your head councilor for the summer. My name is Miss Leeson. I am sure you have all heard the tragic story of this camp and the rumors that Jason Voorhees haunts and murders all who dare to camp here. That simply isn't the case. Jason is a legend nothing more. Let's have a great summer. We do have a few rules here at the camp that we expect to be followed.

"1: you are to stay in your designated areas at all times. No wandering off on your own."

"2: no swimming without a councilor present and no roughhousing in the lake. We wouldn't want anyone to drown."

"3: there is to be absolutely no sexual activity it will not be tolerated. This rule extends to councilors as well."

"4: no harassing or making fun of other campers or councilors. You are to treat everyone with respect. That means that spreading rumors about other campers will not be tolerated."'

"5: no trying to summon the Sprit of Jason Voorhees or any other known killer. For example Bloody Mary or Freddy Kruger etc."

"Way to spoil all our fun." One of the campers nearby whispered to a fellow camper who agreed.

"I don't care what she says. I came to this camp so that my boyfriend and I could have sex without our parents knowledge. No rules forbidding sexual activity are going to stop us from having a fun summer." Another camper whispered.

"Same here." A camper nearby agreed.

"The rules are set for a reason. Perhaps we should follow them." I stated causing everyone nearby to scowl at me.

"Why don't you mind your own business you little twerp."  The camper near me sneered.

"Campers please report to your assigned cabin to get acquainted with your fellow campers."

"I hope she's not in my cabin." A camper nearby whispered.

"One thing is for certain. If she's in my cabin she'd better watch her back. I'm not about to let her ruin my summer."

"Who is she anyway?"

"You didn't hear this from me but according to her paperwork she came from a mental hospital." A camper replied.

"How do you know that?"

"My mom is one of the councilors in charge of the camp this year. I happened to hear her talking about her. According to her records she was in a strange BDMAS relationship with her foster mother's new husband known as DDLG.

Anyway, supposedly she was at home the night her foster mother and her lover were brutally murdered. She was the main suspect in their murders."

"My mom said that when she was a baby her brother was dressed in a clown costume and murdered their sister and step father and then he tried to murder her. From what I understand because of this traumatic experience she suffers from Coulrophobia. AKA the fear of clowns." The camper replied with a laugh.

"Clowns?" The other campers nearby laughed while glancing over at me. "This is going to be fun."

"Hay freak, I hear your afraid of clowns." A camper said as they pushed me. When I didn't respond another camper replied

"What's the matter? Clown got your tongue?Help, Ronald Macdonald is out to get me." The camper mocked.

"Leave me alone." I muttered refusing to look at them.

"What's the matter can't handle a joke?"

"Awe did we hurt your feelings?" Another camper replied with a smirk.