Chapter Six

Steve Christy was at the Crystal Lake Diner.

He ate his cherry pie, and coffee.

He had the groceries in the van.

Sandy Moore, the red haired, glasses wearing, waitress smiled at him. 'Bad weather isn't it, Steve?', she asked.

'Yes, it is', Steve answered.

'Rain this bad means a lot of things will go wrong', Sandy said.

'How much do I owe you?', Steve asked her.

'Two and a quarter', Sandy answered.

Steve gave her three dollar bills.

'Keep the change, Sandy'.

'Thank you, Sandy'.

He grabbed his yellow rain slicker.

'Good night, Sandy'.

'Good night, Steve', Sandy said.

And she waved at her favorite customer.

***

Outside, the van's engine didn't work.

Frustrated, he opened the door. He saw Sheriff Earl Tierney's van. Steve hailed him down. 'Good evening, Steve'. Steve sighed, and told him what was happening. 'I need to take the van to the mechanics in the morning', he said. He got into the Sheriff's car; he shook his head.

'Crazy Ralph was at Camp Crystal Lake today', he said.

'Great! Old Ralph spouting the Gospel'.

'Yeah, well, Officer Dorf made sure he is in a cell overnight. Today is Friday the 13th. Bad things happen, you know. Murders, and other strange things like the moon that causes people to be insane', the Sheriff said. Suddenly the radio mike was on. 'Sheriff', he said. 'Sheriff, there's a three car accident on Miner Road'. 'Okay, Emily. ETA, fifteen minutes', '...Got to drop you off here, Steve. Have a great night'. Steve walked up the road, past the camp's sign.

Suddenly Pamela Sue Voorhees shone a flashlight into his eyes.

'Oh, Hi, Pamela. How are you?', he asked.

The killer stabbed him in the chest.

Then his body was taken to the woods, and trussed up with rope.

The horror of Friday the 13th had returned.

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