The horror of seeing his corpse was compounded by the knowledge that her last hope of rescue had vanished. She was the only one left alive. She suddenly remembered the rifle that Steve had kept in the office. She remembered arguing with Steve about wanting him to get rid of it and now she thought of that rifle as her last chance.

He had given in to her request and put it somewhere—where? She had think.

The barn!

She remembered he had taken it out there and hung it high on the wall, well out of reach of any small children. She ran as fast as she could to the barn, praying she could make it in time. She reached the door and pushed it back, sliding it shut behind her then leaned against it for a moment to catch her breath.

No time! She told herself , No time! She'll be in here any minute!

She ran to the opposite wall and climbed up on a table, reaching for the rifle mounted on hooks used to hold tools. She pulled it down and checked it.

Of course. Steve had unloaded it.

But the bullets had to be somewhere! Where would he have put them?

She started searching madly through the doors of the workbench, pawing through the tools.

"Where are the goddamn bullets?" She cried, sobbing through fear.

One of the cabins was locked with chains. They had to be in there! She damned Steve for being so conscientious.

All the lights in the camp suddenly came on as Mrs. Voorhees started up the generator once again.

With a cry of desperation, Alice began hammering on the chain with the rifle butt.

The chain held.

She smashed at it with all her might, trying to concentrate on breaking the lock but it was no use.

Trust Steve to use case-hardened steel.

Damnit, she thought, Damnit. She had to break it! She simply had to!

The racket she was making was sure to—

The barn door slid open. Mrs. Voorhees stood in the entrance, her eyes glittering with an insane light. Alice dropped to her knees and leveled the empty rifle at her. Mrs. Voorhees smiled.

"Come, dear," she cooed, "It'll be easier for you than it was for Jason."

She moved forward slowly, as if in a trance, oblivious to the rifle pointed at her. Whether she knew it was empty or not seemed to make no difference. She wasn't going to stop.

"Kill her, Mommy!" she said in a small, child's voice. "Kill her! Kill herrrr!"