Friday The 13th Part III Page #5

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each other a little today.

I like you.

I like you a lot. I was thinking

that maybe, y'know, we could...

I don't think so. I'm going outside

for a few minutes.

When I get back in, we'll talk. OK?

Sure. We'll talk.

B*tch.

- How do we do it?

- First, we take our clothes off.

Then you get on top of me,

or I could get on top of you.

I know how to do it.

How do we do it in a hammock?

Well... I think you can

figure something out.

I'll think of something.

You're right. I should have told you

a long time ago but I couldn't.

You don't have to

if you don't want to.

I want to. I want you to know

what happened so you'll understand.

Everything is so clear in my mind,

as if it were happening right now.

I don't know if you remember,

but when you dropped me off

that night, it was very late.

I knew my parents would be waiting,

but I didn't care.

We had such a good time.

The minute I walked in, my parents

started yelling at me and cursing me.

We had such a big fight.

My mom slapped me.

That was the first time my mother

hit me. I couldn't believe it.

I ran out the door

and into the woods.

I wanted to punish them.

So I decided to hide out all night.

I thought I'd get them so worried,

they'd be sorry for what they did.

It had been raining.

The woods were cold and wet.

But I found a dry spot

under an old oak tree.

I guess I fell asleep.

All I can remember next...

...is being startled out of sleep

by the sound of footsteps.

I was sure it was Dad,

so I sat up and listened for him.

But the footsteps stopped.

Then there was

this cracking noise behind me.

I turned around...

...and standing there

was this hideous-looking man!

He was so grotesque,

he was almost inhuman!

He had a knife!

And he attacked me with it!

I was so hysterical, I don't know

how I was even able to think,

but I kicked the knife

out of his hands and I ran!

He ran after me. He caught me

and pulled me to the ground.

I was kicking and screaming and

yelling, but it didn't do any good!

He dragged me along the ground.

I blacked out.

I don't know what happened

after that, I just don't know!

Chris? It's alright.

You're alright.

When I woke up, I was in my own bed.

My parents have never said

a word about it.

They act as if the whole thing

never happened, but it did.

All I want is to just forget it,

but I can't!

I'll never forget

that horrible face! Never!

What's that?

Damn it, it's that battery.

I charged it yesterday.

It must not have taken.

It may just start anyway.

Let me try.

We're gonna have to walk back.

It's OK.

- OK?

- Yeah.

I know a pretty good short cut.

Shelly?

Heavy sh*t!

Who's there?

Shelly, if this is

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