Kelly was halfway back to camp when she heard the car horn—a long relentless blast. She paused, not knowing what it meant, then ran harder, drawing out her long hunting knife as she went.

When she finally emerged from the dark woods, everything in the clearing was flashing with red, like waves of bright blood pulsing out of some giant body.

Then she saw where the light was coming from—it was the spinning siren light on top of the police cruiser. The cruiser was parked sideways in the clearing, just past the Volvo. The doors were wide open. The police radio was broadcasting garbled voices into the dusky evening air. And right then, Kelly was seized with the awful certainty that she was too late. She had missed all the action, everything she had planned for all year long; it was over.

Then she saw the cop. He must have been crouched down behind the car. Now he stood up. His back was to her, but she recognized those broad shoulders and large frame. Yesterday. It was the man she'd seen coming out of Denny's Diner.

She ran toward him. She tried to yell as she ran, but her throat felt frozen and she couldn't get any words out. All she managed, just before she reached the cop, was, "Hey!"

The big policeman turned fast. Kelly skidded to a halt, so startled and scared that she dropped the knife.

The policeman was wearing Jason's mask. He was holding a gun in one hand. At his feet lay a pair of blue overalls. And next to the overalls lay a dead body, an ax planted in its belly.

   Friday the 13th: Jason's Curse, chapter 23