Steve Christy was at the Diner.

He was ready to leave after shopping .

He hadn't imagined the trip to town would take too long. He saw Sandy Moore, the glasses wearing, red haired, sixty year old waitress. 'How much, Sandy?', he asked her. 'Two and a quarter, Steve', Sandy answered. Steve took out three dollar bills; 'Keep the change'.

'Thank you, Steve. It's raining badly tonight'.

'Yeah, and I have hungry campers waiting for me. Good evening'. Steve grabbed his yellow rain slicker. He opened the Diner door, and headed into the rain. He was about to start the van's engines, when it died on him. Frustrated, he waved his hands in the cold air; he saw the bright lights of Sheriff Earl Tierney. 'What happened, Steve?', the Sheriff asked.

'Engine died, Sheriff. I'll get it fixed up in the morning', Steve explained.

'Bad night tonight. It's Friday the 13th. Bad things, you know. More deaths; more accidents; more strange things. And tonight is a full moon, it makes people go crazy', he said.

'Crazy Ralph was at the camp today', the Sheriff added.

'Great! Just what I need to hear. Old Ralph spouting the gospel'.

'Look...', the Sheriff said.

Suddenly, the radio mike was on.

'Sheriff, there's a three car accident on Miner Road'.

'Okay, Rose. ETA, fifteen minutes. Got to leave you here Steve. Good night!'.

'Good night, Sheriff'.

***

Steve watched the road to Camp Crystal Lake.

As he did so, he saw someone was flashing a light into his blue eyes.

He blinked, then he knew who the killer was.

'Oh, Hi, Pamela. What brings you here...?', Steve asked her.

The knife came into his chest.

And then his body was strung up on the oak tree.

Steve Christy now died knowing that the death curse was real.

The killer stalked the other campers, as the storm raged on.

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