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The college kids—Allison, the sensible one with the glasses; Chad, the self-appointed alpha with the perfect hair; and three others whose names were lost to screaming—had decided to go camping near the “notorious Spruce Creek Killer’s territory” for fun. When they saw Tucker and Dale’s beat-up pickup parked outside a crooked cabin, they assumed the worst.

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“It was room temperature,” Dale admitted. “The fridge is broken.” The college kids—Allison, the sensible one with the

The raccoons in the stove hissed in disagreement. But for once, nobody ran away screaming. Dale looked at Tucker

Chad, screaming, ran backward—straight into a pile of old two-by-fours. A board flipped up, smacked him in the face, and he tumbled headfirst into a discarded fishing net, which then got caught on a hook, which then swung him into a tree. From a distance, it looked exactly like Tucker had launched a college kid out of the wood chipper.

Dale passed around the pickled eggs. To everyone’s surprise, they weren’t half bad.

“Did he just call our cabin a shack of horror?” Tucker asked, offended.