Friday the 13th 2014

Brenda walked into the restroom leaving behind wet muddy footprints since she's barefooted. She carried a large pink towel that covered a flashlight and her toiletry bag. Brenda puts the flashlight down on the shelf as she stood over the sink, Brenda starts humming to herself as she turns the handle but nothing came out she then taps on and still no water. They obviously needed to get the pimps fixed. She places the rest of her stuff on the shelf before going to the next sink, unknowingly the one used by Marcie. This time when Brenda turns the handle water did come out, now relieved knowing this sink works, Brenda pulls back her hood and turns off the water for the moment and zips down her raincoat just above her chest while reaching into her bag to get her toothbrush when a rattling sound coming from one of the shower stalls gets her attention, she turns in the direction of the shower stalls and saw nothing. Brenda turns the water back on then unscrews the lid off the toothpaste and squeezing it onto her toothbrush before soaking it under the tap. While she's brushing her teeth someone's hand pulls the shower curtain back just a fragment to watch the camp counselor before disappearing behind it unnoticeable. After she finished brushing her teeth she shuts the water off and spats the toothpaste out, using her towel to wipe what's leftover from her mouth and then go to brush her hair, watching herself in the mirror as she did so. Another rattling sound got Brenda's attention and again when she looked there was nothing there. Assuming it may have been a rat or something but she wasn't eager to find out so Brenda pulls the hood back over her head and zips up her raincoat, as she collects her items, she looks back at the shower stall one last time, before leaving she turned off the lights and heads towards her cabin. Right after Brenda left the figure steps out from one of the shower stalls curtains it's been hiding behind, but that wasn't all, Tony's dead body could also be seen leaning against the wall.

Despite the thunderstorm, Steve was making good timing getting back to the campgrounds. He was no more than six miles away from Camp Crystal Lake, unexpectedly he caught a glimpse of a deer on the road, Steve's jeep twirls to the side in an attempt to avoid hitting the poor animal however the twirl caused the small trailer that carried the supplies to haul Steve's jeep off the road. Luckily for Steve, he was alright and his jeep wasn't damaged either but one of the tires was stuck deep in the mud. Steve turns the ignition three times but couldn't get his jeep to backup because of the trailer.

"Shit, please don't do this to me, not when I'm so close" Steve exclaimed as he tries to get the jeep to move but to no avail. The more he tried the deeper his tire sunk into the mud. Steve angrily slammed his fist against the horn which made it go off then calmly exhales as runs his fingers through his hair. "God, what am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?"

With the jeep stuck, his only alternative of getting back to camp was to go on foot. True it could take him hours to get there that was the only option he had. Just up the road from where Steve is, headlights came into view, getting closer and closer. The headlights were from a police car as the red lights on top of it flashed on and stopped not too far from where Steve is. Steve gets out of his jeep and walks up the short hill and reaches the police officer's car, Steve opens the door and greets the middle-aged policeman inside known as Sergeant Jack Tierney.

"Hi, Sergeant Tierney."

"Hi, Steve. Thought that'd go through anything?" Sergeant Tierney replied, pointing at the jeep.

The fault mostly lies with a deer on the road, can you give me a lift?"

"Sure, it's part of my job, serve and protect." Sergeant Tierney nodding is head as Steve climbing into the passenger seat.

"I'll have one of my counselors bring me back in the morning." he told the police sergeant as he shuts the car door.

"Why not?" he told Steve before dring off in the direction of the camp leaving the jeep behind.

Back at camp, someone is watching Brenda from outside her cabin, the person moved closer and closer to the window and all that could be seen were hands moving tree leave aside. Brenda now in her pink nightrobe, sitting at a desk writing down what appears to be a list, all suggesting which fun activities, the campers can decide on. After she had finished Brenda stands up and makes her way over to a candle resting on her bedside table next to a sink. Lighting a match she lit the candle and put out the match stick, leaving it and the rest of the matches on the table. Brenda walks back to her desk and turns off the light, next as goes to get the candle she unites her nightrobe, revealing to wear a long white silky nightgown underneath and tossed it on the floor then picks up the candle. As she into bed, Brenda puts the candle on a shelf and grabs a book. making herself nice, comfy, and warm underneath the covers then randomly selects a page to read from.

Before Brenda could even start reading, she hears what sounds like a little girl crying. "Help me!" somewhere outside, looking up from the book. She glanced outside the window straight in front of her bed but all the could be seen is pouring rain, believing it to be her imagination. (CH AH AH AH)

"Help me!" There it is again, this time a little louder proving it wasn't her imagination and there really is a little girl out there either lost or badly hurt. She puts the book back down on the shelf next to the candle as she got out of bed and grabs a flashlight off a caster trunk at the end of her bed. Walking towards the door, slowly opening it, Brenda switched on the flashlight and called out into. "Hello!" shining the flashlight back and forth repeatedly to see if she could spot where the child is calling, the heavy rain made it too difficult to see anything except the trees. (CH CH CH AH AH AH)

"Hello?" Brenda called again, this time a little louder for the girl to hear her voice.

"Over here! Please, somebody, help me!" the voice called again somewhere far in the distance.

Brenda proceeded out the cabin and into the raging storm without an umbrella or shoes, and there was no time to inform the others which left her on her own. She called out to the girl. "Hello?" Only to receive no answer. "Hello!" Still nothing, she kept walking moving further from into the darkness of the night. "Hello?" She carefully avoided walking into a branch but the mud puddles were unavoidable. "Hello?" She shouted hoping the sound of her voice would help lead the girl to where she is.

"Come quickly, please. Come quickly! Help!" the little girl cried in fear.

Brenda walks in the direction where she'd heard the girl's voice but no sign of her. "Where are you? Hello?" Brenda nightgown was completely soaked it was almost seethrough, mostly it was only her legs that were now visible. Brenda soon realized the direction she'd been going in the lead to the archery range, she steps onto the stands in the archery range. Despite using her flashlight wasn't able to find a trace of the girl and steps down. "Hello?" She called out as she makes her way slowly forward the targets in front of her.

A hand opens up the fuse-box and flicked on the switch, the lights that loomed over the range turns on catching Brenda by surprise and blinding her. She spins around frantically on the spot Brenda looking around, trying desperately to see who it was messing around with her, but the beams of light shining down on her made it hard for her to see.

"All right! Come on out, it's not funny anymore! It's not funny at all!" Brenda shouted with fear in her voice. Slowly backing away till she was near one of the targets. It was she saw an unknown figure who's feet came into the light while its upper body remains hidden in the dark. "Neddie is that you?"

Her question is answered with an arrow piercing her shoulder, blood squirted out from it staining her nightgown with her own blood. That wasn't all the figure shot another arrow into Brenda's other shoulder squirted out, even more, blood. Brenda could feel herself getting woozy from losing so much blood butt she was still on her. Brenda stumbles back a bit in an attempt to remove the arrows however the figure wouldn't give her the chance, the last and final arrow was shot right into her torso, vomiting out her blood as fall back to the ground. She laid there motionless, her eyes stared down at the muddy ground as her vision slowly becomes blurry as the figure now stood over Brenda watching her die painfully slow. (CH CH CH AH AH AH)

A/N: Enjoy my horror fan. Before this month ends I should have more updates posted until till keep your eyes open