Soon,we were all gathered around the campfire,my sister,Helena,sitting next to me.
"Willy,do you have any scary stories?"Teri asked me,her hazel eyes shining brightly.

"Not really.Sorry,Ter," I scratched the back of my head, taking the mental night that I need to comb the dandruff out.
"It's okay,Dick.I have a good one," She pauses before continuing.

  "It all started one day in 1958.A young,deformed boy, Jason Voorhes,drowned at the lake.Two counsellors, Claudia and Beau,were killed a week later," Carrieta jolted at her friend's tale.

  "In 1980,Jason's mother,Pamela Voorhes,murdered the new owner of Camp Crystal Lake and the new counsellors.
Eventually,Alison Hardesty killed her with her machete," Teri crept her hand up Helena's back,causing her to shriek in horror.

  "Year after year,Jason Voorhes killed.Some say he kills for revenge.Some say he's just insane," The orange of the crackling flames illuminated the blonde's face,making it look like she was being burnt alive.

  "BOO!"Matthew scooted away,into the shadows.Carrieta and Helena,both still shaken by the story,started to scream.
"It's Jason!"my sister howled,hugging Tom tightly.With a shocked expression,he hugged her back.I smirked.
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  From the window,I watched Brendan and Callum kiss in one of the cabins they would be sleeping in.
"Sorry,I just can't come anymore like I used to.Sorry," Brendan sighed,pushing him off.The smaller man left the room.

  Sighing on irritation,Brendan strolled to another open window,only a few metres away from me.I crept up towards him.
"Matthew?"he whispered to me.I covered his mouth with my hand and dragged him out of the window.

  Struggling and kicking,I almost let go of him.Before he could escape,however,I tore his head off.Blood spewed from his torn throat and his eyes widened in josck before ceasing to move.I chucked his head and body into the bushes.