We'll find out soon but first let's see if the girls find Sadie

Kate and Claire had been walking what had been supposedly an abandoned path for quite a while now. The hostility between the two had mostly been diffused, and most of the walk had been spent with Kate explaining what had happened to Claire who seemed skeptical at first.

Kate was sweating in the summer heat, and would probably need another shower later today. Claire on the other hand, while sweating a little, handled it a lot better. The sun seemed to shine off of her bronze skin, and Katelyn felt her heart flutter a little if she stared for too long.

The girls soon stumbled on an abandoned cabin. The thing had plants growing all over it, and part of the roof had caved in. Clearly the girls were in a part of the camp that had been abandoned due to safety issues. “Let’s check it out sugar. Who knows we may find that Jason you seem to be so worked up about.” The two girls had to straddle a window to get in, and some sticks ended up poking Kate through Kate’s leg holes. The inside was even more so decrepit than the outside. Clearly squatters had been in and out of this place for years.

Katelyn was looking around for clues, when a southern pair of hands latched onto the front of Katelyn's underwear, and pulled them as high as they would go. Kate screamed, and tried to alleviate some of the pressure to no avail, Claire was just too strong for her. “Was it you?” The blonde asked sternly. Katelyn groaned in pain, as her lady lips were split in two by an invasive pair of red low waisted panties. “Ah please, I promise it wasn’t me.” A hand moved up, and began viciously twisting Kate’s nipple, eliciting a new round of screams. “Swear on it. Swear on it darlin, or I’ll make you walk back to camp bare as a baby.” “I swear.” Katelyn squealed. Claire let go, and Kate fell to her ass, her hands immediately cupped her tortured womanhood.

“Holy shit.” Claire exclaimed in a low voice. Katelyn looked up to see what the tan country woman was looking at. Right there under a rusted metal bed frame laid the tatters of a duffle bag. That wasn’t the concerning part however, for in a clear plastic sleeve, was a slip of paper, and on that slip of paper was the name Jason Vorhees.

The two girls booked it out of the old cabin, and ran back to the camp. Fear had overridden the pain that still ebbed in Katelyn’s pussy, and soon the two girls were outside the mess hall trying to catch their breath. “It’s true then.” Kate said between pants. “Jason, is back, he has to be.” Claire stared off for a second before speaking. “Now let's hold our horses now ok. Just because Jason was a real person, doesn’t mean he’s back. I mean for Pete sake Kate he drowned.” “I know, but it’s the only thing that makes sense. Please Claire, we have to tell the others.” Claire stood up, and adjusted her white cowgirl hat. “I-I have to think about it. Meet me by the shower soon.”