Tuck blinked. His eyes were playing tricks on him, he was sure. There was no way that he was really seeing what he was seeing, a dollar bill just lying right there for him to take.

But it was. And now he was moving sprightly up the bank, a funny sight with his one pants leg all rolled up. The dollar moved just as he got there, jerking back slightly. He bent down and grabbed for it, closing his fist around the bill hard. As he squeezed, the three- pronged hook that was stuck into the bill dug deep—deep—into the meat of his palm.

In that first instant, he was too stunned to know what had happened. He just stared at his closed fist as if puzzled. He could see the bill sticking out the sides of his fingers. And then a spurt of red blood.

And then—

The bill—and his hand—jerked forward. He was yanked so hard he lost his balance. As he fell his head hit a rock. He didn't have time to think about that. Because now his arm shot straight out ahead of him again. He was being dragged into the dark of the forest. And as he slid across the ground, he caught his first confused glimpse of what was dragging him.

It was a huge man in blue overalls and a white hockey mask. The man had a fishing rod—Big Red?

Tuck jerked forward again, his face scraping hard against the jagged edge of a tree stump. Whoever it was, the huge man was reeling him in like a fish.

   Friday the 13th: Jason's Curse, chapter 9