In desperation, Alice hurled the empty rifle at her. It struck her in the stomach, and she doubled over with a grunt, but it didn't slow her down for more than a second or two. Alice started grabbing anything that was within reach: a ball of twine, a small can of paint, a box of nails, snatching things at random, throwing them at the crazy woman. But Mrs. Voorhees kept batting the objects away, relentlessly closing the distance between them.

Alice found herself backed into a corner. She sobbed as Mrs. Voorhees seized her with one hand and started to slap her face with the other. Hard, powerful, stinging blows that snapped Alice's head back. She had never been hit so hard in her entire life. Her legs started to sag beneath her.

"That's right," said Mrs. Voorhees, grinning triumphantly, grabbing her with both hands and pulling her up to her feet.

"That's right." She picked her up and threw her across the room as easily as if Alice were a rag doll.

Alice struck a table, which collapsed beneath her. She fell to the floor, stunned but stark terror galvanized her into movement and she rolled, scambling for the fallen rifle as the woman came at her again. She grabbed the rifle in both hands and as Mrs. Voorhees bent down over her, she swung it with all her might.

The rifle but cracked against the side of her head and Mrs. Voorhees staggered. Alice jammed the rifle butt into her face.

Mrs. Voorhees fell back on a pile of mattresses and Alice didn't wait to see if she'd get up again.

She turned up and ran, bolting through the door, intent on putting as much distance between them as possible.

She had to find a place to hide. She had to get away. Her only instinct was to flee.

Mrs. Voorhees groaned as she slowly got back on her feet.

"Kill her, Mommy…" she whined in her childish voice, "Kill her… she can't hide… no place to hide..."

She moved to the barn door and stood, looking out, listening for the sound of running footsteps.

"Get her, Mommy… get her… kill her… kill her… kill her!"

She started towards the lake, heading straight for the dock like a hunter stalking prey. She heard the running footsteps receding down the path and she paused, listening intently but the footsteps had stopped. The girl was trapped.

She smiled.

"Kill her… kill her…"

There was nowhere to run.

"Kill her…"

No escape. No hope. She was down there someplace, huddling like a frightened, guilty little animal, knowing she was going to die. Just like Jason had known the horrible reality as he slowly weakened.

As his little muscles failed in their struggle to stay afloat as his tears were washed away by the water that enveloped him.

"Kill her…"