Chapter One-The road-Friday, June 13, 1982

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Kara waited. 

She wasn't supposed to be scared of the dark.

The rejection was hurtful; the nightmare was gone.

And, in its place, was the idea of going towards Camp Crystal Lake. 

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Tara looked at Ray.

'The sign reads WECOME TO CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE, EST. 1935'.

'I know', Ray said.

'I heard that Kara is not coming', Tara said. 

'I heard you want no distractions', Ray said. 

'Nothing I can do now?', Tara asked her. 

'No. But it's of no consequence. It's fine', Ray said. 

And they headed towards the campgrounds. 

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Kara watched the dim, wet, woods. 

She glanced at her watch. 

8:00 AM.

Friday the 13th. 

She heard the voice on the radio. 

'It's Craig Hass this morning. Today is black cat day in Crystal Lake. Bad cats; bad witches. It's June; it's not Halloween, in October. No. Today, we're going to play Michael Jackson's 'Thriller' record. No time for ghosts around here'. Kara seemed unconcerned about that news. Revenge was on her mind; revenge. 

She smiled, and plotted to attack all of the campers.

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Melanie was drinking coffee. 

She seemed confused. 

'Over there, Ray'.

'Yes, there!'.

'It's not that cold is it?'.

'It's June. It's summer', Tara said.

'Yeah, and you're hot, right'. 

'There's the lake', Ray said. 

'We can go swimming', Melanie smiled.

And they grinned.

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Milly and Mike walked towards the camp. 

'Is it supposed to be quiet'.

'I don't know', Mike said.

'Oh, right'.

'Look, are you gonna kiss me?'.

'Mike! You're an asshole, but I love you', she said. 

And they laughed, as the camp near the eerie woods.

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Tom heard a sound. 

He turned around. 

As he did so,  he thought he saw someone in the dim woods.

'Hello. Is there anyone there? Hello'.

Silence. 

Then the knife came downward, and the body slumped near the oak tree.

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Kara watched. 

She held onto the blood stained knife. 

And waited for night to come.

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