Pamela vs Alice

She banged the palm of her hand against the steering wheel and looked ahead for somewhere more level where she could park. But the trail continued to climb as far as she could see. Worse, it was gradually bearing right, towards the sheer side of the hill.

"Oh you can't stop now, dear," said a voice up close. "They're right behind you. "

Alice was imagining that woman again. But although she seriously feared for her own sanity, she instinctively glanced into the mirrors and saw a Set of headlamps quickly gaining on her. And that's not all she saw. Because smiling at her in the glass, with lineaments thin and spectral in the moonlight, was the arrogant face of Pamela Voorhees.

"You know," said Pamela idly, "I've never cared much for Alice. It's a horrible name."

"Shut up!" shouted Alice, punching the rearview.

The glass cracked and her knuckles bled, but the mocking face remained in the mirror.

   Friday the 13th: Carnival of Maniacs, chapter 14

Thanks to Alice's punch, the rearview was no good. She glanced over her shoulder and was horrified to see both Jason and the travel bag sliding out of the truck.

"I can't stop!" she cried, the headlamps of the Chrysler sticking to her tire marks.

"You must!" snarled Pamela. "They can't have Jason."

"If I stop, they'll kill me," Alice shouted.

"Not if I kill you first, you little slut."

Suddenly Alice's hands were no longer her own; they seesawed left and right over the steering wheel in an ectoplasmic effort to turn the truck around.

Alice stared out of the window and screamed.

   Friday the 13th: Carnival of Maniacs, chapter 14