WELCOME BACK TO.....
Camp Crystal Lake
The day went on as usual, with everyone either forgetting
(or trying to forget) last night. Not me tho, I was in a
complete daze. I know that I saw what I saw. I am not
crazy! Off in the distance, I could hear Marcie and
Trinette calling to me. "Hey Girlfriend, get your buns in
motion..lets Rock-N-Roll here", they said in unison. I
then snapped out of it and found that everyone was looking
at me. They all had decided to go back down the river
bank. I guess there fear was gone, that is about the dead
dog we saw up in the tree.
After all the tripping, stomping and craziness, we finally
make it back around the same spot the dog had been. Tho,
no dog is there now, but I could swear I saw traces of
blood on a tree branch. Oddily enough there was this rope
tied to a tree right over the river bank. I know for a
fact that it wasn't there before, but OH WELL. We started
taking turns swinging out on the rope and letting ourself
drop. BOY what fun!!! That is until it was Trinette's
umpteen turn. The rest of us were all giggling and chasing
each other, while she prepared herself to swing. She let
out this shattering scream that could of broke the
windows all the way in the Vatican. "Trinette, Trinette,
girlfriend what is the matter girl!!", we all yelled in
unison. "L-L-L-Look", she stuttered as she pointed a
shaking finger to the waters edge.
We followed her finger, scared to lay eyes upon what she
saw. Marcie broke out in a sweat and ran about 50 yards
away, when we laid sights on the most horrible sight to
behold. It was Crazy Ralph, he had floated to the surface.
He had a hammer rammed right into the middle of his
skull. It totally split his head in half. GROSS ME OUT!!
Before any of us had time to run, Melissa yelled out,
"WAIT!!!!".
"You guys look here", as she pointed to his right hand.
"There is something in his hand?"
She bent down and got on all fours to take a closer
look. It took no time at all to discover what it was
he was holding. She then got back to her feet.
"HEY you guys I think the Sheriff killed Crazy Ralph",
she replied.
"Why would you say that, Melissa", we all ponder.
"Well, Ralph is holding the Sheriff's badge in his right hand."
A spine chilling thought passes thru all of us, as we head
back to the cabin. 'Who killed the Sheriff then?'
We all make it back to camp, out of breath and right on
time for the thunder. Nobody said a word. Looks were
the only things that were exchanged. The only thought
that races in our mind is 'Who will sleep after what we
saw today. Not I' I sat upstairs trying not to stare out
of that window. The window I saw the Sheriff looking at
me in. I couldn't resist tho. I thought I heard voices,
so I peared out into the night. There down below on the
porch I saw Marcie and Melissa talking about the goings
on from the day. The others were also discussing the day,
but they were all huttled in the front room. I just
didn't feel like being with anyone that night, so I
took a sleeping pill and fell off into a deep, harsh sleep.
Meanwhile, out of the porch the conversation continued....
"What in the world is going on here girlfriend? I thought we
were coming up here to have a relaxing get away from work.
Didn't want to jump into a murder case.", Marcie asks.
"I have no clue", Melissa answers. "Shouldn't we be telling
someone of these going ons here. Someone should know!"
"I have no clue Melissa, but I sure wish I was home right now."
Melissa agrees totally with Marcie, but never says a word to her.
Melissa then excuses herself to use the restroom for a moment.
While she is gone, Marcie takes that time to try and calm
herself, she never wanted to let on how really scared she was.
Not one person in the whole group knew that she was friends
with a survivor of a supposed Jason killing. She had to know
if the story was true and now she was sorry that she came.
She sat there reflecting on the days events. Every noise
amplified ten fold. A friend had wrote her shortly before her
death, about the Sheriff of this town. Claudette had told her
that he had been involved in a horrible farming accident.
He used to grow many types of crops, but one of his machines
got away from him. It ran him over and he was stuck under it
for 30 minutes, before someone got him free. He was
in a coma for a few days, when he did wake all he did was
read and watch things about the killings of Camp Crystal Lake.
He had tons of newspaper clippings and many VCR tapes. He got
so wrapped up in the story, that his wife and children left
him. Shortly after the accident, they put him on morphine. He
had been taking it for years. Suddenly, the townsfolk noticed
that his personality started to change, they all believed he
had stopped taking the medicine. He had!!
"Oh My God!!", Marcie said out loud. "The Sheriff thought he
was Jason!!!. I need to tell the guys tomorrow."
Marcie sits on the porch, rocking in the chair, and waiting
for Melissa's return. Nervously, she keeps looking around
like a person who expects death to look her right in the
face. Behind her she hears a slush of someone walking. Turning
around there is no one there. She again faces forward and
rocks and hums. Again, she hears the same noise this time
with a twig involved. "SNAP!", she hears. Tempted to run
inside, she insteads looks out over the porch railing to see
what she can see. "Hello", she replies. No answer comes her
way. She begins to sit back down in the rocking chair when
she sees a face off into the night. That of death coming.
She leaps up and begins to scream, when Melissa returns from
the restroom. She bumps into her and they both begin screaming.
"Hold on Marcie..Calm down..Tell me what is the matter?", Melissa replies.
"The man, the man, I saw the same man again. The man from
when you and I were swimming. Oh girl he was right over there.",
she said as she pointed in the direction of where he stood.
"But he is not there now, right?", Melissa asks.
"Well, yes he is not, but he was there. I swear! You have
to believe me, Melissa, I swear!!", Marcie says shakily.
"I believe that you believe you saw something", she says
while hugging Marcie. "We better get inside now..come on",
Melissa suggests. All the while, looking around checking.
Once inside, we all decided that the best thing to do was to
stay inside the home ... no matter what. Shakily, we walk
around and lock and seal everything up. Trying to make sure
that no stone was passed over. Once we felt the home was
secure, we gathered around the fire. Marcie then tells us of
what she knew of the Sheriff and the other killings that
happened here. A hush came over the group.
I looked over at Marcie in a dreaded sense of silence, mouth
dropped open and heart no longer beating.."Are you crazy!!
I have put all my friends lives in danger. You said this was
the best place in the world to come to and NOW THIS!! Get
away from me Marcie", I say as I pull my friends off to the side.
"I think you are the one who is nutts.", Trinette angrily tells Marcie.
"Don't you realize I have not even lived yet?!", Melissa shouts at Marcie.
With that we all pounded our way upstairs to see if we could
see better from higher up. Didn't do one bit of good, the
rain was way too strong. The only thought on our minds was to
get the HELL out of here before anyone else met the same fate.
All at once the lamps that we did have lit, blew out.
Without even looking at each other, we knew exactly what was
happening. Marcie naturally volunteered to go and get the
lights back up and running. We followed her to the basement
door and shined the flashlight down into the darkness. She
let out a scream so chilling that one of the guys actually
wet his pants. We coaxed her back down there and all of us
got the lights up and running. There sitting in the corner of
the basement was the man who gave us directions. His eyes
were out. Gutted with a pair of shears. Many fainted.
We all darted upstairs, not caring if the lights went out
again or not. We spent what seemed like a whole hour sealing
up the basement. Not one person wanted to go down there again.
Gathered all in the livingroom, we started plotting our escape
plan. We first had to make it to the van, but many wondered
if it would even run. You know how horror stories go.
"HEY GUYS", Melissa piped up. "Where in the world is our
terror lady?" "I could careless", said Trinette.
"Yes, but we might just need her to survive this ordeal"
"You are right there", Trinette agreed.
"Okay then guys, lets go and find her", I said. "No splitting
up it's all of us are nothing."
We made it into the shower room and quickly searched the area.
With that there was the sound of glass breaking. We all
turned and looked in that area and there on the floor was Marcie.
Before another word could be uttered, we sprinted back inside.
"Get us out of here girlfriend. I don't want to die I'm too
young", my friends said in unison.
Before I could get an idea into my head, Jason was at the back
door trying to axe his way thru. We all screamed and scrambled
out the front door. The first place we made it to was the van.
We managed to bust in one of the windows, but upon getting
inside we realized there was no key. Marcie still had it in
her pocket and not one of us was going back to get it.
Besides, Jason had abandon the door and was heading our way.
Again, the screams filled the night as we ran for our lives.
I had managed to make my way up to the front of the pack and
guided my friends thru the woods down passed a stream. Tho I
realized that what I was hearing in the background was my
friends getting macheted to death behind me. The only thought
that kept me going was I had too much left to do in my life.
I was not letting this maniac destroy all of my dreams or my
friends too. Pains began forming in our sides, chest, & legs.
But we continued to press onward. Finally, the remainder of
the group and I made it to the road where the directional
man had once stood. We turned left and kept on running. I
could still hear some of my friends hitting the dirt. I
heard Melissa and Trinette in the background panting so that
was a relief. Not that my other friends didn't mean anything
to me, but THEY were my very dear friends.
With the suns rays now beating down on our already tired
bodies, I managed to turn around to see what was behind us.
There in the distance was Jason. He was right on our
tails and closing in fast.
"Come on guys! Don't give up now! He has to tire out sooner
or later.", I hollared back to the remainder of my friends.
Moans were all I got back in return, but at least it was
something. Then up ahead I could see a reflection bouncing
off something metal. It seemed to be heading straight for us.
The more we ran the closer it was coming. I then noticed it
was a vehicle. This was all we needed. It gave us that extra
strength that we thought we were losing. The truck screeched
to a halt, spinning totally around before stopping. From the
drivers side came my husband, Gabriel. He had been hunting
while we were out here trying to stay alive. He pulled out
his shotgun and aimed it over my friends head and fired away.
As he was slowing Jason down, many of us leaped in the back
of the truck. He got rolling really fast, but continued to roll
slow so that the remainder of us could get in. Many did so, but
there were a few who weren't so lucky.
When he was sure that all of us were safely aboard, he took
off like a shot. Melissa and I managed to climb inside the cab
with him. I instantly began kissing him all over. Jason was
left in the dust and we were headed back to the town that it
all began. It took about 3 to 4 hours to get there. Most of
us had already fallen asleep. Some were crying and others were
in desperate need of counsling. I nodded off briefly, but was
awoken by the slam of a door. Melissa had went inside the
grocery store to see if anyone could help us. It took her about
2 hours and she came darting out the place, like she was on fire.
"GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE", she yelled. "GO GO GO".
As we were driving along, on our way out of this hell hole,
she informed Gabriel and I that Jason had been there too. The
lady who waited on us and many customers were all piled into
the storage room. Acid had been poured on all of them and they had
been set on fire. The smell, she said, would live with her for
a life time. We made it back to the city corp. limit sign, when
we saw another truck. We recognized it immediately. It was Melissa's
boyfriend James. We blew the horn as they passed and both of us
pulled our trucks over and got out of them. James had his friend
Tommy with him. Boy what a hunk, if only I wasn't married. LOL!
We decided to divide the group in half. This way we could all
fit in the trucks comfortably and not be squished. Trinette stayed
with Gabriel and I in the front of our truck. It didn't take
us long and we were off again. More and more we began to fall
asleep. The dreams that went with us tho, weren't pleasant ones.
It seemed like only a matter of minutes and I was awoken by
the sound of traffic of the BIG city. As my eyes started to
focus, I could see the same supermarket where this whole
nightmare all began. Gradually, one by one we all found ourselves
awake. Both trucks came to a direct halt, but in the distance
I could see a man waiting by a Lexus. It took Trinette a
little longer to realize that Jared was waiting for her.
She had been going out with him for over a year now and BOY were
they in love. Soon she was in his arms and crying. We all
went inside the grocery to go and use there restrooms. This
way we wouldn't smell as bad heading home. My friends who survived
soon had there rides there to pick them up. We kissed our
good-byes and promised to see each other really soon. That is
after loads of therapy. Gabriel and I were the last to get into
our truck again. Two of my friends needed rides to their home.
We were just about to pull away when Jack pulled up along
side of us. For anyone not knowing he was Marcie's fiancee.
He let out a scream when we told him of our tales. I felt so
sorry for him, but then look at all of the friends that I
lost on this trip. None of us were the same and many of us
still seek guideance in our travels of day to day life. I
know one thing I can tell you, my friends who never made it
back alive or very much remembered. Infact, the survivors of
Camp Crystal Lake have a ritual that we commence every
Friday the 13th.
Never cross the threshold of
without bringing GOD along for the ride.
*SPECIAL NOTE*
Not one of us have ever gone camping again. Would you?
"CREATOR OF THIS WONDERFUL PAGE P-)"
