She was running through woods so dark she could barely see where she was going. Somehow she managed to avoid running into any trees. Then she ran smack into Paul Sexton.

His athletic body had been nailed to a tree with a huge knife.

She was beyond screaming, beyond crying. Gritting her teeth, she worked the handle of the large knife until the blade came free from the tree bark and free of Paul's guts. Paul fell at her feet, lying there with his head down as if he were asking her forgiveness.

   Friday the 13th: Mother's Day, chapter 18