"I'll take care of you. I… I used to work for the Christies.'

"Oh, God," Alice sobbed, "Please, you've got to help me get out of here."

"It's just this place," said Mrs. Voorhees.

"No!" said Alice, shaking her head.

The woman clearly didn't believe her. She had to make her believe.

"…And the storm," Mrs. Voorhees continued, "That's why you're upset.

"No!" Said Alice, shaking her head violently. "No! No! they're all dead! They're all dead!"

"Alright… alright," said Mrs. Voorhees, nodding. "I'll go look."

"No!" Alice grabbed her arm, "No, please… don't leave me… he'll kill you too!"

Mrs. Voorhees laughed.

"I'm not afraid."

She disengaged herself from Alice's grip and started walking purposeful y toward the cabin. Feeling helpless, Alice hurried after her, unwilling to go back yet terrified of being left alone.

The minute they were back inside the cabin, Alice pulled the door shut behind them, looking around fearfully.

Mrs. Voorhees gasped at the sight of Brenda's body on the kitchen floor.

"Oh my Lord…" she looked down at Brenda then glanced up at Alice but she didn't seem to be seeing her. "So young… so pretty… Oh, what monster could have done this?"

"Bill's out there!" Alice said. She wanted to tell her that Bill had been killed too and probably Jack and Marcie and Ned, too but she couldn't go on. She'll see now, she told herself, she'll realize the terrible danger that we're in and she'll help me get away from here.

But Mrs. Voorhees showed no sign of leaving.

"Oh God, it's this place!" said Mrs. Voorhees, "Steve never should have opened this place again!

"There's been too much trouble here…

"Did you know that a young boy drowned the year before those two others were killed?"

Her voice suddenly took on a hard edge.

"The counselors weren't paying any attention!"

Alice stared at her.

"They were making love while that young boy drowned!"

Mrs. Voorhees said making love as though it were an obscenity. Her eyes glazed.

"His name was Jason."

Alice didn't understand. What was she talking about? What was wrong with her? They had to get out of here! But the words wouldn't come. It was if a fist had suddenly closed around her heart and started squeezing.

"I was working the day it happened, preparing meals," Mrs. Voorhees said, coming towards Alice, her eyes vacant as if she were in a trance. "I was the cook."

Without warning, she grabbed Alice. Her fingers like talons, closing around her arms in an incredibly powerful grip. As Alice gasped, Mrs. Voorhees shook her hard enough to make her teeth rattle.

"Jason should have been watched, every minute! He was—"

Her voice trailed off and suddenly focused on Alice, seeing her clearly for the first time. Her face relaxed and she smiled a chilling smile. Only the mouth moved. The eyes remained fixed on Alice in a baleful glare.