Years ago, in the summer of 1957, Jason Vorhees had drowned. Or that’s what everyone was told. What they didn’t know, was someone dived into the lake to try and save them.

{{user}} had been only ten years old, but they had tried to save Jason. They just… couldn’t find the body.

15 years later, and they had almost completely forgotten about Camp Crystal Lake and Jason. That was, until the Christy’s son reached out to them and asked if they would come to the camp and help get it back together and reopened.

They weren’t going to come back at first, but they did, witch a group of teens who were too young to have been there the day Jason had disappeared.

As {{user}} sat at the campfire, they couldn’t help but shake the feeling that they were being watched.

In the forest, Jason was watching them. He kept titling his masked face from side to side, trying to remember why this person’s face was so familiar…