Jason Voorhees was flailing in the deep waters off Camp Crystal Lake.
'Help me! Help me!', he yelled.
Hands gripped him, then he was taken away from the darkness of the haunted camp.
***
Steve Christy's father knew what was going on.
He wasn't sure how the accident happened.
Nonetheless, he was scared of the bad publicity at Camp Crystal Lake. Since 1935, the camp was losing money; he wasn't going to deal with the
fallout. He sighed. His wife had to leave. He looked at the glistening lake, as if the darkness had all been consuming. He looked at the Native American
totem poles, that was sacred to them. He walked to the canoes. They were new, shiny. He sighed. He sighed with frustration. He looked at the barn; he was sure that the darkness. He was thinking about the past; he was sure that dark was draining. And the shadows hovered in the camp. He watched the cars, and some Jeeps.
He saw his wife was preparing to leave.
***
He walked to the car.
'It's fine now, right'.
'I hope so', Steve's mother said.
'It's fine', Steve's father said.
And they left.
***
He walked to the house.
He was thinking that the darkness.
And it caused him to shiver.
***
The first time Pamela Sue Voorhees was at the camp.
She was born in 1930, and dreamed of a future somewhere.
The dark was in her soul; her mind was other places. At the camp, she grew up knowing that summer was hot. In her mind, she was thinking about the last time she was cooking was because of her mother. In her mind, she was happy. In the end, she swam in the lake. It was freezing; it was as if the dark was gone. She waited, and the horror was gone. She watched the swimmers. They didn't flail; they waded in the lake. And the dark was gone, and the moon's glow shimmered in the New Jersey sky.
***
It was a bright, low night in New Jersey.
Shadows dimmed; more shadows dimmed.
For awhile, the town was silent.
And, in the darkness, Sheriff Earl Tierney, Sr., was on duty.
He walked to the patrol car.
Crime was low in Crystal Lake, and he wanted it to stay that way.
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