She had punished all of them—every single one of them. Had made them feel what her Jason had felt—that stark, unreasoning terror of impending death. They should have watched him! They should have protected him! They had failed him, and they had killed him and now they had paid the price.

There was only one more left. One more and it would be finished.

She breathed heavily as she crept down to the dock, listening for any rustle of movement, any telltale sob.

Yes, cry… she thought, cry as Jason cried… suffer as Jason suffered.

This one would not die quickly.

Alice bit down on her fist to keep from making any sound as the woman moved past her. She crouched down behind a pile of lumber by the dock, watching Mrs. Voorhees as she watched right by her hiding place—pushing every couple of seconds to listen—staring out into the darkness.

Don't even breathe, she told herself, fighting the urge to scream. She had to overcome the fear. She had to think. Nothing seemed to stop the madwoman. She had the abnormal strength of the hopelessly insane.

God, there had to be some way to stop her. She just kept on coming.

Alice felt the tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to catch her breath. She couldn't think straight, no matter how hard she tried. She was trembling violently. Panic threatened to overwhelm her completely. Every instinct screamed at her to run but she knew running would be useless. She could run into the woods, but she didn't know the area and Mrs. Voorhees did. She had managed to stay hidden and kill them off one by one. What possible chance did Alice have? She knew she couldn't run down the road. She'd never be able to outrun the crazy woman. And besides, Mrs. Voorhees had the car. She'd never make it back to town.

God, thought Alice, what am I going to do?

She remained perfectly still, afraid to move a muscle. The rain had stopped but the wind was still raging, and the black clouds rolled away, revealing a full moon.

She peaked out from her hiding place and saw Mrs. Voorhees' white sweater as the woman moved down by the dock, searching near the boathouse.

Slowly, carefully, trying not to step on any branches blown down by the storm, Alice crept from her hiding place and headed back toward the cabins, glancing over her shoulder fearfully. If only she could find some place to hide. Some place where she could barricade herself. If only she could manage to make it until daylight. Someone was bound to come out to the camp. It was her only chance.