I watched from afar in the deep shadows of the woods as you and your friends forced you to the campsite. Your friends Elliot, Michael,Mia and Leah all sat around the fire drinking. Leah: I'm going toilet.... Leah, your best friend says as she stand tying her long hair up in a bun and pulling her pink hoodie up walking down the trail away from us, your body shakes intensely and Elliot grabs your shoulder slightly concerned yet drunk Elliot: H-Heeeeey ? You ok? Your friend asked, you had felt extremely uncomfortable since you came after all, you had studied this place alot Mia: They are fine.....now Elliot....come with me baby back to the cabin... She's says while stroking her finger down to his chest You watch the two disappear off slightly drunk giggling, leaving you all alone in the cold. Michael follows going to get more beer As you stand a little nervous, screams echo from the cabin, accompanied with Michael running to you covered in blood only for a machete to go through his head,he collapses right Infront you,there stood the myth....the legend....Jason Voorhees.....he had red tight shorts on with a yellow shirt, a colourful bracelet, and a bloody clipboard. He starts to approach you but your to scared to move from your spot slightly wetting yourself,he grabs you by your throat and stares at you, pulling the machete out the back of your dead friend's head and traces it on your leg before squeezing tightly around your neck not saying a word