Bill was checking the gas from the Jeep.

It was low; very low. 

He was frustrated. 

Someone had sabotaged the camp...the Jeeps...and the power became cut, again. 

And the violent storm didn't help.

He got rid of the red colored raincoat. Now, as Alice slept, he was managing the camp. Steve was gone, missing, or dead. Or was held up; or there was several reasons why he wasn't back at camp. Bill reached the cabins. Jack, Marcie, Ned, and Brenda, weren't speaking. They were gone...Bill thought they would run away, or worse. But that was preposterous. The money and the camping lifestyle paid big money or a low budget. No hassles; no angry, raised voices; no screams in the blackened, stormy, night. If there was any screams, he didn't hear any. Camp Crystal Lake was notorious for rumors, secrets, and folklore horror stories of the past. Bill didn't believe in fate, bad karma, and he didn't have any nightmares. He reached the Generator Door; he went inside. To his shock, the killer fired some arrows at his body. 

And then Alice was left to fight the assassin alone.

***

Alice awoke.

It was 10:30 PM.

'Bill! Bill! Where're you?', she asked.

Bill didn't answer. 

'Bill!'.

No sound; nothing. 

Alice was alone.

She grabbed the flashlight, and went from cabin to cabin...to cabin.

***

Alice fixed up a mug of coffee. 

The stove was on.

She made sure the heat wouldn't harm her. 

Seconds later, the gas was off. 

She poured water into the mug. 

She drank the coffee.

Seconds later, she saw bright lights of a Jeep outside the kitchen window. 

The yellow colored curtains was turned to her left.

Alice ran towards the Jeep.

She opened the door, and saw the body of Annie Phillips. 

She screamed, and ran into the woods. 

The body of Steve Christy had had a knife in his chest. 

'Steve! No!'. 

The campers were dead. 

Dead.

***

Alice ran into the office. 

She barricaded herself with an old baseball bat that Steve owned. 

The lights illuminated the room, agan.

Alice saw a middle-aged woman,

'Who are you?', she asked her, 

'Why, I am Mrs. Pamela Sue Voorhees. I was the camp cook a long time ago', she answered.

'They're all dead', Alice said.

'I'm not afraid, dear', Mrs. Voorhees said, as she smiled.

And she strode towards the cabins. 

'My! How horrible! So innocent!; so young! I told Steve not to re-open Camp Crystal Lake. It has so many bad memories. My son drowned when those campers were making love. Jason should've been watched...every miute! He wasn't a very good swimmer. And today is his birthday! Friday the 13th!'.

'We have to leave now', Alice said.

Then it dawned on her. 

Mrs. Pamela Sue Voorhees was the murderer.

***

Alice ran.

She grabbed a black colored frying pan.

Mrs. Voorhees grabbed a hunter's knife.

And attacked her.

***

Alice kicked the mother.

She backed away. 

Alice hit her across the forehead with the frying pan.

Blood spilled from the wound.

Mrs. Voorhees was unconscious...and Alice raced to the cold, sandy, beach near Camp Crystal Lake.

***

Alice saw the canoe. 

She knew that she had had to contact the Sheriff. 

He would be coming if she didn't survive the night. 

Her parents were too concrerned about their artist daughter back in California. 

***

Mrs. Voorhees arose from her attack.

Outside, the full moon was glowing in the night sky.

'Kill her, Mommy! Kill her! Don't let her get away!; don't let her live!; I won't, Jason! I won't!'. After she saw Alice, there was another fight on the beach. Mrs. Voorhees bashed Alice into the soft, wet, sand. Alice tan shirt was ripped---and she was bloodied. In her eye, she noticed one of the machetes that Steve used against trespassers. In a matter of seconds, she ran towards the silvery colored weapon. Mrs. Voorhees had had look of surprise on her face, like when she stalked Alice in the cabins. Her tomb-like teeth was like death itself. She opened her mouth in horror...and the machete came down...

...And the nightmare was over...Or was it?

***

In the canoe, Alice was using the oars were in the deep lake's water. 

Several minutes' passed.

As she closed her tired eyes, something burst out of the lake.

Alice screamed in horror, as Jason Voorhees burst towards her.

He was now a hideous monster. 

Then Alice knew no more, as the Sheriff's vehicle, and other Crystal Lake cars, with two police officers, waved at her. 

Alice Hardy was alive...just.

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