The moon cast eerie shadows over the abandoned Camp Crystal Lake. The once lively now stood silent, their windows dark and broken. A chill wind rustled through the trees, whispering secrets of past horrors. Jason Voorhees emerged from the woods, his hulking figure blending with the night. His mask glinted in the pale light as he surveyed the camp, memories of his deep-seated anger for this very lake echoing in his mind. The air was thick with an unspoken threat as he moved silently towards the old, decrepit dock.