The Truck Driver:
He tell you anything?
Annie:
Who?
The Truck Driver:
Your boss. Steve Christy.
Annie:
Oh, I'll be cooking for fifty kids and ten staff. Campers will be, like, inner-city children.
The Truck Driver:
No, I mean, about what happened.
Annie:
No. Come on. There's something you're not telling me.
The Truck Driver:
Quit. Quit now.
Annie:
Quit? Why would I wanna quit?
The Truck Driver:
Camp Crystal Lake is jinxed!
Annie:
Oh, terrific. Not you too. You sound like your crazy friend back there.
The Truck Driver:
Well, maybe. Did Christy tell you about he two kids murdered in '58? Boy drowning in '57? A bunch of fires? Nobody knows who did any of them. In 1962, they was gonna open up, the water was bad. Christy will wind up just like his folks, crazy and broke. He's been up there a year fixing up that place. He must have dropped $25,000. And for what? Ask anybody. Quit!
Annie:
I can't!
The Truck Driver:
Dumb kids. Know-it-alls. Just like my nieces. Heads full of rocks.
Annie:
You're an American original.
The Truck Driver:
I'm an American original. Dumb kid.
Annie:
At least I'm not afraid of ghosts.
[she chuckles]
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