Ned watched Jack and Marcie. 

The memories of Brenda was causing him to smile. He hoped to date her soon. He moved his legs on the brown colored bench; he frowned as he saw someone in cabin 4. 'Can I help you? You're not supposed to be here', Ned asked the stranger. He went inside. As he did so, he felt the hunting knife come across his throat. His body was placed on top of the bunk; on the bottom was Jack and Marcie, as they made love, as the killer left to attack the other campers.

***

Jack was smoking dope. 

Marcie was glad that he loved her. 

The lamp illuminated Ned's face; the thunder boomed outside the cheap window.

'I got to pee', she said.

She wasn't self-conscious of her body; she was glad she loved Jack. 

She hoped to marry him sometime.

Jack sat down on the bunk, and smoked until she came back.

Jack saw blood on his face. 

'What the hell?', he asked himself.

Suddenly the hunting knife came towards him. 

He saw Ned's body. 

He screamed, then he knew the death curse at Camp Crystal Lake was real.

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