CHAPTER ELEVEN

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 CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE,

FRIDAY, JUNE 13, 2024,

3:00 AM

Peter Sappart walked towards Camp Crystal Lake.

    He shivered.

    He gripped the large butcher knife in his right hand. He was confident; really confident. His long, black hair blew in the wind; his brown eyes focused on the front door.

     He opened the door and strode inside.

     Up ahead, he saw Jason Voorhees.

     He saw that he was sleeping.

     By the warm fireplace.

    Peter took a long, deep breath.

    He moved closer.

    And he noticed Jason's eyes.

    He wanted justice.

   He stabbed at Jason.

   But Jason had disappeared.

    "SHIT!" Peter yelled.

    Now, as he was disgusted with his failure, he didn't hear the footsteps; loud footsteps. Peter was about to kill Jason when the machete came down and was rammed into his chest. Hard. Blood gushed as his limp body hit the carpet.

     Jason then buried him in the dark woods.

     Whatever revenge mission Peter was on, was over.

     But the horror wasn't over.

     It was just the beginning.

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