Which is exactly why Belinda forced herself to Keep standing right where she was, right smack in the center of the cabin. She told herself she would stand there until all fear had left her. However long it took.

As she stood, she found herself staring down.

There was something shiny at her feet.

A penny.

It was the coin she had heard dropping a few seconds before, making the sound that had brought her into the cabin in the first place.
And then, all at once, an awful thought rushed through her brain. She had checked the left side of the cabin. She had checked the right side. But she hadn't checked...

Overhead, something stirred.

Belinda looked up just in time to see the man swing down to meet her.

The face was hidden behind a white hockey mask. The masked head smacked right into hers, bumping her hard, dazing her.

She staggered, barely able to take in what she was seeing.

There was someone hanging upside down like a bat from the rafters. And this masked figure was holding something, something iron.
And then the man in the mask swung the iron thing, aiming right at the base of her skull—

   Chapter 17

"Someone killed Belinda!" Russ roared.

Summer and Slick just stared at him. It was impossible to take it in. Summer felt dumb with shock. She just gaped at him, open- mouthed. She couldn't put it all together. What had happened? Belinda... dead? That was like a bad joke. And despite what Russ had said, she didn't believe it, not for an instant.

Slick was shouting at Russ now, getting right in his face as he tried to yell some sense into him. "Stop it!" Slick roared. "Get a grip!"

"SHE'S DEAD!" Russ screamed back. "HER BRAINS ARE ALL OVER THE CABIN FLOOR! OKAY?!"

   Friday the 13th: Road Trip, chapter 21