Alice was asleep. 

'Bill!'. 

She awoke, and made herself some coffee in the kitchen.

It was a long, late, night at Camp Crystal Lake.

***

Steve's engine conked out. 

He was sure that the Jeep was fixed before. 

But he wasn't going to let things fall flat. 

He got out, and waved his right hand.

Sheriff Earl Tierney, 62, arrived in his patrol car. 

'Good evening, Steve. Car trouble'.

'Yes, now is not a good time to go out'.

'I can take you half-way'.

'Thanks, Sheriff'.

He got into the passenger-side seat, and hoped to be at the camp soon.

'Today's Friday the 13th. The full moon means there's more deaths; more rapes; more bad karma; more bad luck. Crazy Ralph was at the camp spouting the Lord's Gospel, and saying the campers were doomed'. 

'Just great. OId Ralph ruining things', Steve sighed.

On the radio, Rose Harrison, the 24 year old dispatcher, said: 'Sheriff. There's a three car pile up off Miner Road'. The Sheriff grabbed the radio. 'Got that Rose. ETA, fifteen minutes. Over'. He dropped Steve off. Steve took his seatbelt off, and grabbed his bags. 

He walked towards the Camp Crystal Lake sign. 

The Sheriff's car's engines blared, as the vehicle was in the darkness.

***

Steve walked to the sign. 

Suddenly he squinted his eyes. 

Someone was there. 

'Oh, Hi, Pamela. What are you doing out here in this bad weather?', Steve asked the killer.

The knife slashed across his chest, and he was left to hang up on an oak tree.

The woman left, and headed towards the camp.

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