NEAR CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE,
FRIDAY, JUNE 13, 2027,
7:00 AM
ONE YEAR LATER
SUMMER...
The hot summer wind blew from the south. The van was coming down the road. Shauna Lan was driving.
She was focused on the road; nothing but the road.
Her bright, blue eyes focused on the camp.
She smiled.
"Nearly there" Shauna said.
The other thee campers felt relieved: Jon, Emmy, and Tim were glad. They were glad. They passed the sign that read: WELOME TO CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE, EST. 1935. TURN RIGHT.
Shauna had arrived.
Camp Crystal Lake was silent.
They got out and explored the camp.
But they weren't alone.
They weren't never alone.
They were being watched.
It was Friday the 13th.
And this summer, the fear returned.
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