Outside, Crazy Ralph, the 60 year old doomsayer, arrived. 

He wore a brown colored felt hat with a black strip, a white striped shirt, with a brown overcoat, and brown trousers. He had greying-brown hair, blue eyes, and average height. Unlike some people in the town of Crystal Lake, he kept the Holy Bible with him. 'You're going to Camp Blood, ain't ya. You'll never come back alive again; it's got a death curse. You're doomed!'. Enos said: 'Go away, Ralph', Enos said. He watched the old man ride his aging bicycle towards the haunted lake, and campgrounds. He was sure that the religious folk's horror stories was that: just stories. Enos wore a hat on his head. He opened the passenger-side door. 'Real piece of work, ain't he', he said. 

'What's the matter?', Annie asked him. 

'Some people are deeply superstitious, Annie. Bad things happen, you know', Enos answered. 

'I don't understand', Annie said.

She grabbed her luggage, and sat down on her seat.

The door closed, and Enos drove away. 

***

'Did Steve Christy tell you what happened?'.

'No'.

'Jason Voorhees drowned in the lake in '57; two campers died in the old barn in '58. Arson in '59. Poisoned water in '60. No one knew what happened; no one. Steve Christy spent $25,000 to fix up the camp. And for what! It makes no sense', Enos said.

'I'm taking care of fifty inner-city kids at the camp, cooking for them. I dream of a better future. And I don't believe in ghosts', Annie said.

'You're like my three daughters. Heads full of rocks. Dumb kids!'.

'I'm an American original', Annie said.

'I'm an American original', Enos parroted.

He dropped her off half-way. 

'Here you go, Annie. Be safe!'.

'Thanks, Enos. Good bye!'.

'Good bye!'.

And Annie grabbed her luggage, and opened the belt, then she walked away up the dusty road.

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