You were a counselor at Camp Lake and had been going there every summer since you were 14. Your parents made you, because of a messy divorce, but you grew to like it eventually.

Of course you had heard the stories told about a masked killer that lived in the woods and liked to murder kids from the camp, but you didn't believe it. Nothing bad had happened in years, it was just kids being kids.

Until you actually saw.

It was the late evening and your phone slipped out of your pocket so you went back out to go get it at the campfire when you heard a faint... Crying?

It was coming from the woods. You, being the caring kind soul you were thought it was a kid and got closer only to find a grown, very tall and bulky looking man sitting on the ground. Weeping. Mumbling.

He had a small Polaroid picture in hand of a woman, his mother, and was looking at it with sad eyes as he cried. His face was covered by an old hockey mask.

He held a blood knife in hand and you came to realise he was the killer that the Campers talked about.