CHAPTER FOURTEEN-MORE DOOMED WARNINGS

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Cord MacDanley was in the brown colored van,

    He stared at the moon which glowed an eerie white color.

     It glowed down from the edge of Camp Crystal Lake, illuminating the ancient campsite. He sipped a beer, savoring the taste,

       He looked around and tried to find another beer,

       As he stared outside, he saw a Old Man riding his bike.

      "Like, Dude, be careful! It's cold" Cord said.

      Crazy Ralph III, the town Preacher and Doomsayer, looked at the 16 year old teenager. He stopped riding and smiled.

       "My family told the others...they ignored me...The Camp of Blood is bad...it's evil...You're doomed; you're alllllllllllllllllll doooomeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeedddddddddddddddddddddddd! God sent me to warn you. You must go...Gooooooooooooo! Go before He comes! This is the last warning", Crazy Ralph III said.

        "Nothing is gonna happen" Cord said.

         "Heed my warning. Go! Noone survives at Camp Crystal Lake; noone. Go now!", Crazy Ralph III left Cord, and rode his old bicycle away from the camp, and headed back into town, as the rain teemed down more heavily than ever before.

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