She couldn't stop shaking. She wondered down to the lake and stood in a daze. Suddenly, her knees felt weak and she crouched on the ground by the canoes, kneeling and looking at her reflection in the moonlit water. She felt numb. She stared at her reflection. It seemed as if she was looking at a strangers image. The face that stared back at her was void of expression. She wanted to cry but no more tears would come. She held herself as the convulsion started and she thought she was going to throw up. Her insides were churning, and her throat felt dry. She couldn't swallow. She longed for the feel of the cool water on her face. And she leaned forward.

A shadow fell across her. There was another image shimmering in the lake. The figure of a tall woman with blond hair, wearing a white, blood stained sweater, raising a machete. Terror sent adrenaline trip hammering through her as Alice screamed and seized a canoe paddle, spinning around holding up the paddle to ward off the blow. The steel blade whistled down and bit into the paddle, chopping it in half. And Alice felt the impact shudder through her arms. She fell, scrambling to grab the severed paddle, rolled as the blade of the machete swept past her, missing her face by inches and swung the paddle hard as the machete came down again.

The wood connected with the blade and sent it spinning from the woman's grasp but the force of her swing had pulled Alice off balance before she could regain it. She felt herself seized from behind.

Screaming, she flailed her arms and elbows, twisted loose and pulled away, then felt a sharp pain in her shoulder as Mrs. Voorhees struck her with the broken paddle. Alice fell on her back and rolled to the side as Mrs. Voorhees stabbed down with the jagged end of the paddle, barely missing her.

The splintered wood sank into the soft ground as Mrs. Voorhees fell forward. Overbalanced Alice leapt on top of her, desperately fighting for her life like a cornered animal. They rolled over and over on the ground, clawing and pummeling each other but the older woman was stronger. She rolled Alice over and got on top of her, trying to pin her arms down with her knees, grabbing her around the throat and squeezing.

Alice fought for breath, squirming beneath her, choking as the powerful fingers closed around her throat. She managed to lunge forward and fasten her teeth around the woman's wrist. She bit down hard, drawing blood. Mrs. Voorhees cried out and released her. Alice shoved away, coughing, gasping for breath, struggling to her feet. She started to run but a hand closed around her ankle and threw her to the ground. She hit hard, falling on her chest, twisting as she felt the woman climbing up her leg and straddling her back.