Prologue 2
Camp Crystal Lake
Friday, June 13, 1958
One year later...
The group of campers were asleep.
They were in their bunks.
Outside, Claudette Hayes was singing a song.
Her long, blonde hair fell down her back; her blue eyes focused on her boyfriend, Barry Jackson.
Written on their yellow T-shirts were the words: CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE. A full moon was in the cold night air; the warm campfire burned the logs. Barry pointed to the old, nineteen thirties-era barn. Camp Crystal Lake was built in the hot summer of 1930, and wasn't finished until March of 1935. Barry smiled. He flicked on the light; he saw the bales of hay; the pitch fork; and the brown ladder that led upward to the attic.
On the rug, they kissed.775Please respect copyright.PENANANhO7W1HBaB
'Is Mary Anne here?', Claudette asked him.
'How should I know', Barry answered.
'But, I thought she loved you'.
'I love you, Claudette', Barry said.
'I love you too, Barry'.
Suddenly the door opened.
The killer went upstairs.
'Someone's here...', Claudette stated.
'Hey, we weren't...', Barry said.
The knife came towards him.
And his body fell onto the ground.
***
Claudette fled.
'No! No! Please, no!'.
She ran towards the bales of hay.
And she screamed as the killer attacked her too.
The horror of Friday the 13th had started all over again.
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