It was a bad dream. 

Alice Hardy was having a nightmare on the comforter. She glanced at the windows; she was sure the horror of what was happening was real; she saw Steve's body in the woods; she saw Annie in the Jeep; she saw the bodies of Jack, Marcie, Bill, and Ned; she saw the middle aged woman, Mrs. Pamela Sue Voorhees, the killer. Steve didn't tell her about the Voorhees family; Steve forgot about how psychotic she was. 'I'm a friend of the Christy's. And today is Jason's birthday', the woman smiled. Alice was thinking her own Mom was hard working in New York; Alice was thinking Camp Crystal Lake was cursed, and the religious fever of Crazy Ralph became too hard to deal with. Crystal Lake, the town, had its secrets: the talk in the Diner; the backward feeling of doom and horror. The machete attack; the monster boy in the canoe; the screams...

...Alice recovered. It was 1980 now. Families kept their doors open during the hot summers. She wasn't going to die; she thought she heard the sound of a cat meowing; she fed her cat with cold milk in a bowl. She saw the body of Mrs. Voorhees in the shadows; she was screaming now. The telephone sound caused her to shiver. 'Hello'. Heavy breathing; heavy deep breathing. Alice shuddered. 

She picked up the telephone.

'Good evening, Mom. How are you?'.

'I'm fine, Alice. But how are you?'.'

'I'm getting better, Mom. I had a shower'.

'Good. They got that woman, right'.

'Yes, Mom'.

'Good. Now, your father is concerned about you, Alice'.

'Don't be, Mom. I got to sleep soon. Good night! I love you'.

'I love you too, Alice. Good night! Bye!'.

'Bye!'.

And Alice put the telephone back on the cradle.

***

As she made a cup of coffee, Jason Voorhees arrived. 

He stabbed Alice with an icepick.

Her body slumped onto the ground, and she died. 

The kettle boiled, and the killer left her house to head home to Crystal Lake.

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