Camp of Legend Part 22-More Tales from the Campfire (Book Three)

EPILOGUE

The warm embers of Camp Crystal Lake still burned.

      Sheriff Shend focused on the camp.

       The cabins were deserted.

        He walked towards the cabins.

        Noone was there.

         Noone was in the lake.

         Noone was in the Archery range.

         "The barn", the Sheriff said.

          He then heard movement inside.

          "COME ON JASON!", the Sheriff yelled.

           He opened the barn door.

           Then, as he went inside, he saw rope, hammers, pitchforks, and hay on the ground. A brown colored ladder led up to the attic.

            And he flicked on the light.

            And he went up the ladder...

            ...And saw noone.

            "NOONE IS HERE!" The Sheriff said.

             He turned around.

             And, as he did so, he heard footsteps.

              And, to his horror, Jason Voorhees, his right foot limping, swung his sharp machete in his right hand, then attacked the Sheriff.

              But the Sheriff was quicker.

              He grabbed a pitchfork.

              And, as he placed it in his right hand, he rammed it into Jason's chest.

              And then Jason Voorhees fell from the rafters...Then he died in a pool of blood.

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The Sheriff then left the Camp of Legend in his Patrol car.

             He was confident the horror of Friday the 13th was over.

             He was sadly wrong.

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TO BE CONTINUED....