when you said, “but I still want to be friends” it was so insane, you are blood on my hands that will stain a lifetime what the fuck do you think love is - some imitation words and mortal feelings you made me lust for, fear, desire, and obsess things I had never seen before and now I can’t un-see, you follow me everywhere I go, you cursed me, lift the spell and get your poison out of me, take it back, i felt i would die without you, that i would suddenly fall into the places where i tore myself open for you, the cracks where i tore the earth open i felt i would die without you, so i had to make you dead to me and i don’t want to be friends with something that smells like death
Camp Crystal Lake is jinxed.
Did Christy ever tell you ‘bout the two kids murdered in ‘58? Boy drowning in ‘57? Buncha fires. Nobody knows who did any of ‘em. In 1962, they was gonna open up… the water was bad. Christy’ll end up just like his folks, crazy and broke. He’s been up there a year fixin’ up that place. He musta dropped 25 thousand dollars, and for what? Ask anybody, quit.
