Chapter Six

The problem was that Alice wasn't sure what to think. Steve Christy. He was thinking about their relationship; he was closed off emotionally. Bill was nice, and a painter. As they got together, their darkness came afterwards.

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Jack wrapped his arms around Marcie's arms.

'I have a dream in which the blood rushes in little rivers'.

'It's only a dream', Jack said.

He saw the black clouds in the sky.

'Hey, this isn't a dream', Jack said.

They ran towards the second cabin, as Ned walked along the dirt path. His eyes focused on the archery range. Earlier on, he had fired an arrow into the target; he saw the look of shock on Brenda's face. 'I don't believe you', she said. 'You're pretty when you're angry', Ned said in his favorite Humphrey Bogart voice. The memories was good for them. Suddenly he saw someone in cabin 4. He walked up the steps; he said: 'Hello. Is there anyone there?', he asked. No one answered. He thought it was strange to see someone else here at Camp Crystal Lake; he knew the girl, Annie Phillips, wasn't here, as if she had met with bad luck. Then he saw the killer's knife, and he screamed.

Ned's body was taken to the top of the cabin, where Jack and Marcie was. They didn't see the stranger because she was running fast towards the other cabins, to get her revenge for the death of Jason Voorhees in 1957.

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