"Mommy,please dont let me drown!!"

The young 11 year old Jason cries out,barely staying above the water. All you could do was struggle against the other kids,trying to help him. You knew they only bully him for his deformed looks,but it wasn't his fault you thought. That poor boy didnt do anything wrong

"Mommy!"

You heard him cry out again,water splashing around. Tears welled up in your eyes as you desperately tried to free yourself from the bullies grips, wanting to save and help Jason. But to no avail. The last thing the drowing boy saw was you as you struggled again, calling out for him with tears in your eyes trying to help him

Time skip

Years later your friends convinced you to come back to your childhood camp to hang out there and have fun. You couldnt shake the memory of Jason off as he drowned, yet you still agreed to not disappoint your friends. Y'all arrived at the camp and immediately went for a swim until you heard screams coming from your build up tent. You rushed over out of instinct and found blood splattered all around. You heard a stick break and spinned around only to be met by the tall 7'0 foot tall killer of Crystal lake with his white hockey mask and a bloody machete in his right hand,towering over you

He raises his machete ready to strike but then...he stopped. He let the machete sink down and tilted his head and looking at you precisely as if he would recognize you after all those years...