The moon was in the night sky.
For the campers, they were asleep in their bunks.
Ten teenagers, and some children, were dreaming.
Barry saw Claudette.
The camp counsellor were young and innocent.
Claudette sang a song. 'Milk and honey...Hang your head, Tom Dooley! Hang your head...'.
Barry had short, blonde hair, bright, blue eyes, and average height; Claudette had short, blonde hair, blue eyes, and petite. They wore yellow colored CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE T-shirts; they wore cheap watches on their right hands. Claudette wasn't a nervous girl, she was free from the confines of being a good girl; Claudette was dating Barry for three years. Their summers were at Camp Crystal Lake. From the first meeting back in 1955, the strains of the Eisenhower Administration, and the Post-WWII Years of the late 1930's, to mid-1940's, meant that the country wasn't doomed; the threat of Communism, and the darkness over New York, and Washington DC, created a sense of evil that never went away. Barry had been born in 1941; Claudette in 1942. She was eager to seek out the World faster than normal; Barry was on a slide that took him from his parents concerns that the camp was haunted.
And cursed.
And worse.
***
The 1930's era old barn was open.
Barry opened it.
And flicked on the light.
The teenagers walked up the cheap steps to the old barn.
'Someone will see', Claudette said.
'No one will', Barry offered up what he thought was the truth.
'Does Mary Anne kiss better than I do?', Claudette asked him.
'How should I know?', Barry answered.
'Oh, you', Claudette said, innocently.
Then, as they kissed, the stalker appeared.
She walked up the steps in the barn, and waited.
***
'Someone's here!', Claudette said.
She fumbled with the buttons of her T-shirt with her hands.
'Hey, we weren't doing anything...', Barry said.
The screams disturbed the night, as the knife came towards him.
And Claudette fled in horror.
***
Claudette grabbed the yellow colored hay bales.
She said: 'No! Please! No!'.
It was too late.
As she died, the death curse at Camp Crystal Lake had begun.
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