CHAPTER NINE

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By 6:00 PM, the rain teemed down.

      Thelma Anderson was naked. She had her blue colored robe on; she wore blue colored slippers on; she was aroused. Yet, as Oliver kissed her, they were disrupted by the sound of footsteps; heavy footsteps.

      "Oliver, someone's here", Thelma said. She stared out of the window; she stared towards the barn's front entrance. Their home was on the outskirts of the camp. They were locals who didn't want to do anything about Camp Crystal Lake; they were scared.

       And now Oliver got his blue colored pajamas on. He was barefoot. And now he grabbed his baseball bat in his right hand.

       He opened the bedroom door. He didn't like anyone interrupting his private time with his wife; he didn't like it at all.

        "COME OUT YOU ASSHOLE! COME OUT OR I'LL CALL THE COPS, AND THEY'LL PUT YOU IN THE CELLS",. he shouted.

         Then he saw movement. He saw Jason Voorhees. Then he screamed, as the killer whacked him in the back of the head; Oliver's head thudded to the ground. He died instantly from severe cranial hemmorhaging and blood loss. Jason Voorhees headed upstairs. He then saw Thelma. She fled out of the bedroom window. She screamed, as she sprained her left foot; her right foot was carrying her...She limped towards the cabins and towards safety....Jason stared at the woman and vowed to kill anyone that go in his way. His rare outings outside Camp Crystal Lake was rare-yet he came back home because he knew his way around; he always came home. And now he focused on the campers and counsellors....And the new kids at the house by the woods as well.

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