Then the ball caromed off Teddy's head and right in front of Coach.

Who lost control of the wheel.

The van careened off the narrow road, hurtled down a culvert, and zoomed straight at a tree...

   Chapter 5

Summer was screaming as—

The huge old tree jumped up to meet them and—

SMASSSSHHHHHHAAA!!!!

Wood splintered. Metal crunched. Everyone went flying. Summer flew forward like a rag doll. She felt her teeth crunch as her chin was gashed against the metal ashtray open on the back of the seat in front of her. And then, except for the loud drumming of the rain on the van's metal roof, everything fell strangely silent.

At that same moment, the drumming of the rain was covering up another, more sinister, sound. It was a low and awful moan—the anguished cry of a spirit awakened from its slumbers.

The cry came from the old oak tree.

Where—

Buried deep inside the battered trunk—

There lay a white and oval mask.

   Friday the 13th: Road Trip, chapter 6