Annie walked up the road. 

Seconds later, a jeep zoomed faster than a NASCAR driver. It stopped. 'Camp Crystal Lake', Annie said. She made the mistake of getting into the Jeep; she was sure the driver wasn't psychotic. At least she hoped to see the campers. Steve Christy showed a lot of faith in today's youths. The driver was silent; she didn't speak. 'Hey, wasn't that the sign to Camp Crystal Lake back there?', she asked the driver.

She felt scared now.

She backed away, and took off her seatbelt. 

Then she opened the passenger-side door. 

And jumped.

***

Pain coursed through her right leg.

Annie hobbled towards deep, wet, woods.

She was thinking of the warnings of the death curse.

The killer grabbed the hunting knife in her right hand. 

'No. God, no! Please, no!'.

Annie screamed, as the knife slit her throat.

Blood poured downward, as her body slipped into the abyss.

The killer left the woods, and headed towards the campgrounds.

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