Kidnapped

Chapter 16

Meanwhile, a young woman named Chelsea Rogers was packing without any hurry while her heart was beating faster with every minute in anticipation. She was preparing for a camping trip with her boyfriend, Chris, and on their return home they planned to apply for marriage. Chelsea couldn't wait for this moment to happen, as having her own family was the most sacred dream of hers. Chris only supported this idea, deciding that now was the best time to do it and not to pull back anymore. He wanted to his beloved one to be happy, and seeing her eyes shining with joy, his own heart filled with warmth.

"Are you ready, honey?" Chris asked, carrying his large backpack into the car. "You'd better hurry up, otherwise we will reach the place by the sunset. I wouldn't like to arrive there when the night falls."

"Just a moment, I'm nearly finished!" Chelsea shouted from her room. "A few more things to pack and I'm coming down!"

She rummaged through her backpack once again to make sure nothing important is forgotten. And considering the trip to nature, nothing much was needed from what she used every day while living in the city. Comfortable and sporty clothes and shoes are a must on such trips, and those were the main things that occupied her backpack. When she was finally finished, Chelsea rushed down the stairs where her boyfriend was waiting, checking once more around the house to make sure they took all the necessities.

"Oh, there you are," Chris smiled to her. "Are you ready to go?"

"Sure, dear," she replied. "Oh, by the way, have you finally decided where exactly we are going?"

Chris scratched his chin and spoke:

"You know, I was thinking about it for a while, about a place where we would be alone and no one would disturb us. I say, how about a place called Camp Crystal Lake? Total silence and peace guaranteed," he winked.

"Camp Crystal Lake? Sounds nice," Chelsea grinned. "But... Wait a minute..." she suddenly stopped smiling. It seemed that the young woman was lost in deep thoughts.

"What is it?" Chris asked, tilting his head.

"I think I've heard this name somewhere," Chelsea said, trying to remember something. "Oh God, Chris, maybe we better choose some other place? I have a bad feeling about this."

"Why? What's wrong with this camp?"

"I think I now remember where I've heard about Camp Crystal Lake. I've read about it some years ago. Do you know that a boy drowned there in the fifties and two camp counselors were murdered? Then there was a big fire, and after some time someone poisoned the drinking water. Every attempt to open the camp failed. And during the last attempt there was a schizophrenic woman that killed all the new counselors, but died herself when the last survivor chopped her head off. This is what happened there," Chelsea's voice now sounded frightened. "Chris, I really think we shouldn't go there. Too many deaths have occurred in that camp."

"Sounds awful, but come on, this is all in past. All of it happened in the previous century, and now there is no one there anymore. Camp Crystal Lake has finally found its peace. The woman that you mentioned is long dead, so no one should disturb us there. So stay peaceful and try to forget the bad things," Chris hugged his frightened girlfriend, trying to calm her down.

"Well, I hope you're right," Chelsea sighed.

Both then walked out of the house, locking it firmly. One last time they checked the trunk to be sure that everything is there – a tent, two sleeping bags, a bag with food, and their backpacks. All was in place, and now it was time to leave. Chris and Chelsea boarded their car and he started the engine.

"Honey, could you place take the map from the glove compartment? I have to check which is the right way," Chris asked. Chelsea nodded and pulled out the map. It was the map of New Jersey state, and in a few moments Chris pointed to one spot with his finger. It had a name "Crystal Lake."