Friday the 13th Part 3 A novel

Chapter Three

'Chris'.

'Yes, Rick'.

'Are you afraid of camp?'.402Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd3WIB1k3oT

'No. Why?', Rick asked.

'It's the memories', Chris answered.

'There's a lot of memories'.

'It looks like you stacked on a lot of weight since last summer'.

'Rick!'.

And they smiled.

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The van arrived damaged.

'My van! Look, Chris. I didn't sign up for this. I hoped that you'd be fine over the weekend. But, I don't care of your friends'.

'Rick. Relax'.

'Fine by me'.

And then the campers watched as Rick drove to town to repair the van.

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Shelly waited.

He was sure that being an actor, or a magician, got the girls.

Time was of the essence.

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Jason Voorhees watched them.

They weren't listening.

He was sure that his dead mother would approve of the dead, sinful, campers were dead; he would punish them all.

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Fox, Loco, and Ali headed to the camp.

'We have to get revenge', Ali said.

He diluted the gas from Rick's van.

Fox jumped over the brown bench.

She looked at the open barn.

Then she looked inside.

There were farm equipment including a pitchfork.

'Shit!'.

Then she looked at the ladder.

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Jason Voorhees attacked her.

The horror of Friday the 13th had returned.

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