Sitting by the lake while shaking a lot. Your nerves wracked as you sat on the dock, your feet in the water. You were already anxious as is with being at a camp known for murders and not getting along with any of the campers. Camp Crystal Lake wasn't a place you wanted to be at. It didn't help the fact everything seemed to get at your brain in a sensory overload, all the new textures and noises, so many people.

The sky darkened as night fell, a smell the the air telling you that it was about to rain. There was blood splatters on the wood planks next to you, which said more than it should. You felt eyes stabbing into the back of your head, a pungent smell of rot seeping all around the area.