WELCOME TO CAMP BLOOD
On Crystal Lake

"Hey Friend!..BOY am I glad you made it. Have been
worried that some would not show up at 8 am. WHEW!
So far..so good. I am sure glad that I got to catch you
in between all that work I was doing. Had to give all
of you a call when I got some free time at work..was
hard to do, but I succeeded. Yes, indeed. I am glad that
those directions I gave you worked out. You made it
pretty fast from where you live. I had to pick some
place that would be familiar to all of you, that is why
I picked the supermarket to meet at. Plus, we can grab
extra stuff incase we forgot anything. Infact, now that
you are here we only have to wait for Marcie. She
went inside to get extra large marshmallows for the
smores we will make tonight."

Finally at 9am, with all of us piled into 1 BIG van we set
off on our journey. I'm so glad that we were able to get
our vacation times off at the same time. Was worried that
one of our bosses would be a pain in the butt or something.
The journey will take us about 8 hours to get there, at
least to the town. All of us take this time to get to know
each other and make friends that will last for a lifetime.
We have sing-a-longs, see who can make it thru the
alphabet the fastest using signs, and many other road side
games. Some of us take this time to catch up on sleep. The
only real rule is to take turns driving. The eyes of all
of us burn with exhaustion. Cramps began to form in most
of our legs. The only amount of peace we got was the two
times that we stopped to get something to eat. We only had
enough time to grab it and eat in the car, but we did have
a couple of times that we went to the bathroom.

Someone points out that we have just hit the corp. city limit.
It was only a matter of time when we laid eyes on the actual
town. As we gaze out of the windows, all of us have the same
look on our face. The face of people who just entered a King
novel. Infact, there is one book to really describe it the best,
DESPERATION (NEVADA). Totally deserted feeling. This
strong breeze just seems to hang over head, but no sounds
of any kind can be heard. That is until a horn shakes
us all awake. It is coming from the little town grocery store.
Since most of the snacks and papertowels were used up on
our way here, we decide to go into the store to get more.
While some find bathrooms to attend, others act crazy
trying to chase each other, but most of us go inside to get
more supplies. Marcie is one of the first in the little store.
As we enter, we find that no one is inside the place. We
decide to go ahead anyway and do our shopping, but
Marcie keeps snooping around calling for help. We were
up to the front when we noticed that someone had snuck
up there while we were gathering our supplies. Also, a
few customers entered the store as well.

As the cashier rings up our groceries, I can feel the town
people staring at us very eeirly. It is giving me goosebumps.
Marcie speaks up and asks the lady behind the counter,
"How far is it up to Camp Crystal Lake". The lady drops
one of our jars of peanut butter with a loud CRASH it
falls to the floor. Luckily, there was another on the
shelf. The lady then said that it will be about 3 more
hours and we'll be there. Looking down at my watch, I
saw it was only 6 pm. So we thanked her for her help, tho
not before this man in the back of the store said,
"CLICK HERE". The lady who waited on us said, "That
is only Crazy Ralph. Pay no attention to him. Go on
now before it gets dark".

As we began to walk from the store, I noticed that the
customers were in a dead of silence. Not one person even
blinked an eye lid. Marcie pointed out to us that Crazy
Ralph was no longer in the store. We didn't care, as
long as, we were out of there...and FAST!! As the last
person left the store, I noticed that the others were all
in the car. Oddly enough they had this horrible look of
fear on there faces. I also noticed that my other group
of friends showed up, too. No time to ask what it was,
had to move before it got dark. I was just about to
return behind the wheel of the van, when Ralph grabbed
me by the arms and said, "CLICK HERE". I yelled,
but managed to break free. On the road again.

My friends later told me that they found this mangy mutt
behind the store. They stumbled upon him while they were
playing chase. "He didn't even look like a dog at all",
Annie informed me. "Infact, he looked more human
then anything I ever saw before." I inquired what made
them look white as a ghost. For a long while not one of
them spoke, even started Marcie off crying. "For heaven
sake, what could it be that is so bad, you guys." In the
mist of the crying, Marcie informed me that they saw a
piece of human jaw bone in the dogs mouth. I could feel
my food coming up.

The sky became darker and it was right at that time
period where it's the most hardest to see. The paved
road soon disappeared out of sight and all we were left
with were shells. Dust was being kicked up all around
us and was not helping me see at all. We seemed to
drive forever and a day, when Annie finally spoke up
after reading her book, "CLICK HERE". I slammed
on the brakes and came to a screeching hault. Dust
flew everywhere. I quickly backed up to make sure I
hadn't missed the road, but the sign wasn't for Camp
Crystal Lake. Instead it was for town, someone had
flipped it backwards and we were looking at it
upside down. Originally it faced the other direction.
'Who could of done that, I thought'.

After a few miles of driving, and a lot of frustration, we
came upon a man on the side of the road. I thanked Bill
for holding the club in his hands just incase something
happened. I came to a halt and the man walked to my side
of the car. "Excuse me sir", I said. "We are looking for
Camp Crystal Lake. Could you please tell us how much
further and where to turn?" I know that I was shaking in
my boots, but wasn't sure of my friends reaction to him.
He cleared his throat and gave the directions. "I warn you
folks, this is not the place to be. Bad things happen
there. Horrific things indeed. Especially, on Friday the
13th.". He looked at his watch as he trailed the words off.
"Oh my God, it is infact that date of horror. I beg you,
implore you..don't go to the hellish grounds.", he said
with wide eyes. "Sir," Marcie said. "We already know
about Crazy Ralph, thanks anyway for the directions."
"Okay", he said. "Have it your way, but don't say I didn't
warn you. Oh BTW, CLICK HERE."

The air conditioner went out on us, just as we were turning
down the road to the camp. The sign said only 5 miles to go.
To pass what little time we had left and keep us sane, we
began singing, "I found a peanut..". Before we knew it the
camp was infront of us. It looked better than I thought it would.

All of us leaped from the car and began lugging our stuff
to the porch. Before I knew it the van was completely
empty. I wasn't even to the door, when Marcie hunted down
my keys and opened the door. We all piled inside to find
the rooms that we would be staying in during our trip.
There were eight rooms. Four rooms on each floor, plus a
large kitchen and livingroom. By the time we all settled
into a relaxing routine, it was 10pm. Lights began
shutting off, but I was too wired to sleep. Marcie and I
and another friend, decided to go and sit in the rocking
chairs, when off in a distant we heard CLICK HERE.
Shortly afterward we retired to bed.

I was in a deep dream, when all of a sudden I heard CLICK
HERE. It chimed for what seemed like an hour, as I crawled
out of bed. The others were already down by the lake enjoying
the cool water it had to offer. I could see that from the 2nd
story. I hurried down stairs to go and make breakfast for
everyone, when I noticed this weapon stuck into the table.

Not only was it stuck, but someone had scratched it all
down the middle of the dining room table. Scratching my
head I went to inquire to my friends, but they knew
nothing of it. I just blew it off and put it over to the
side. Breakfast was over and done with so I began to
make lunch, hamburger and fries. Marcie just came
running back into the house when the phone rang. We
scurried around looking for it. Just about the time
that she picked it up, it went completely dead. We both
just shrugged it off, but agreed that it was totally odd.
She ran upstairs to get her suntan lotion. When she got
back we thought that we heard a noise coming from out
front. Nervously, we opened the front door. She went
one way and I the other. She let out this explosion of
tears and I ran to her side. Come to find out the phone
line had been cut with a knife. Infact it laid on the
ground, you guessed it the same knife. 'Who picked it
up .. I was right by it all day, I thought.'

The sound continued it was that of rustling in the leaves,
but we just blew if off as either an animal or the wind.
That is until...Crazy Ralph veered his creepy head again.
This time he said, CLICK HERE.
"Look PUKE," Marcie said, "I'm so tired of you coming
around...LEAVE US ALONE"!, she shouted. He pointed his
finger and kept repeating his message. The whole time we
threw BIG rocks at him. He gradually rolled his squeaky
bicycle out of our site.

That day was filled with swimming, eating, hiking, boating,
& singing songs around a campfire. Ned stood up and
yelled, "WHO THE HELL IS OUT FRONT!!!". We all
walked up to the front and saw a sheriff standing there.
Trinette made her way up to the front of the group and
started flirting with the sheriff. "So officer", she
replied. "What brings a strapping hunk like yourself up
to these parts of the woods." "Well, miss, (he blushes)
I heard that Crazy Ralph was up this way and I wanted
to make sure that he didn't scare you all."
"No," Trinette gleamed. "We are definitely stronger than
that". "I am glad to hear that m'am, but the tales of
these grounds aren't a pretty one. I think I best tell
you all what is said to of happened." We followed him to
the campfire and he began to tell the story of
Camp Crystal Lake.

"Long time ago, there was a young boy named Jason.
He was here when it was a camp. The counselors
weren't watching out for him and he wasn't a good
swimmer and he drowned. His mother came
back one year and killed all of the counselors that
came up here to stay. She vowed to get her revenge
for what they did to her son. But one remaining
counselor, Alice, would not give up the fight. She
beheaded his mother that night. It is said that he
witnessed this act and now has come back to bring
forth his revenge of his mother's death. Many deaths
have occurred here over the years and some say that
he is full grown by now and still out for revenge.
I'd be careful campers for he might just come back
for you." He got up slowly. Walking off, he let out
the most horrific laughter that gave all of us a
chill to the bones. Even Trinette said that she was
sorry that such a hunk could be so rotten to the core.

We all decided to put the fire out and head inside. We all
had developed a major case of the creeps. Just as we reached
the porch, a sound echoed thru the nite, that of wolves.
They howled like that for about 30 minutes. Sending chills
all the way to our bones. Sometimes they didn't sound like
wolves at all, but that of a person crying out in pain.
The minute Marcie closed and locked the door, we were all
sprung from our seats by the LOUD crash of thunder.
It stormed like that all thru the night, infact, we thought
the rain would wash us right down to the river. I don't think
any of us got any sleep that night. For every noise brought
that story and the image of the dog right back to us.

The next morning we all had our breakfast and our lunch
before heading into a BIG day. Walking along the trail, we
discovered this white furry thing hanging from a tree. Not
knowing what it was, we tried looking it over without
touching it. Sticking out of his throat was:

All of us let out a blood curtling scream and some even
cried. Turned out to be the dog/human we saw in town,
with the teeth still in it's mouth. Melissa and I started
puking at the site. All in the group decided that it was
best to just head back to camp. I swear to the heavens
that I could almost hear something running with us.
Not anyone from the group, but a heavier foot step. But
then all of a sudden there was a sound of a thump and it
stopped. I figured it was all in my mind. We decided to
just stay around the camp and not venture off too far into
the woods. Marcie and Melissa wanted to keep on
swimming, while the rest of us picked berries for dessert.
It wasn't 45 minutes, when they both came up from the
water huffing and puffing. Trinette asked what was wrong,
but they had to catch their breath. "GF I tell you what",
said Marcie. "I went a little further out than I should
have. I decided to go underwater and you won't believe
what I saw. There is a man tied to a rock with a rope
around his neck. He has a hockey mask on..I swear I
swear.", as she trailed off in tears. We all looked at
Mimi, but she shook her head "NO". " I went down
there to see and I saw nothing. Of course, it took me
a bit to get there, so he might have swam off.", she
said while laughing. Marcie stormed into the house
and slammed the door.

10 pm came around and again Bill was calling out who was
there. I swear that boy has terrific ears. It turned out to be
the Sheriff again and he didn't look happy. Melissa said,
"What's the problem officer? Have we done anything
wrong?". "No..No..dear lady. I am here to inform you that
Crazy Ralph is missing and if he should turn up to please
let us know." "I'm going to check down by the river to see
if he's down there." As the sheriff heads toward the
embankment, Marcie tells of what she saw. The sheriff again
gives us that horrific laugh. I was thinking of telling him
about the heavy footsteps that I heard, but after that laugh
I changed my mind. It must of been in my mind anyway.
All of us stayed very close to the house.

Night time falls upon another day. I was just slipping into
a deep sleep when I heard the loud crash of thunder.
The storm lasted for a few hours. I was drifting back to
sleep when I felt like someone was there. I glanced around
the room but no one was there. Closing my eyes, I realized
the feeling would not go away no matter what I did or said
to myself. So I decided to sit by the window and watch the
storm. As I was just about to sit down infront of the
window, I noticed that there was a man standing out in the
rain. I looked harder and noticed that it was our own
Sheriff. He had a fixated stare plasted on my bedroom
window. I felt the chills go down my back. I made my way
down the stairs to find out what it was that he wanted.
Even as I stood on the porch, he continued to look up at
my window. I called to him, but he never answered. I
couldn't believe that I had to go out to him to see what
he wanted. How could he! I was mad as hell!

"Look you dirtbag", I said furiously. "How dare you make
me come out in this rain after you. Didn't you hear me
calling to you?" Becoming even more irate, I started to
shout louder, "DIRTBAG!" I was all in his face jumping up
and down like a fool, when I bumped him by accident. He
went tumbling to the ground and out of his back was
sticking a pair of clippers. I ran screaming into the house.
the house. Everyone came to see what was the matter. In
the midst of all my tears, I managed to tell my friends
of what I saw. We hurried back downstairs and out to the
porch, only to find that there was no one even there.
They asked if maybe I had a bad dream. The only one to
believe me was Marcie. She coaxed me back to bed and got
me to fall asleep again. The next morning came all to
quickly and it was all forgotten.

I only hope that my friends who have visited this page
are still with me now reading my story. I wanted to break
it up so it doesn't seem as long. This is my favorite room.
I hope that it becomes yours, as well. A little slice of
horror in this already mixed up world.

Continuation of Story

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