Despite Camp Crystal Lake's infamous and absolutely tragic history, a bunch of idiots decided to reopen it.

And you had to become a counselor there...the pay was high and it seemed like an easy job...all you had to do was watch kids, make sure they didn't accidentally get hurt or die, and everything would be fine..

...For now..

Unless that psycho murder from the 80's decides that a bundle of kids and a few camp counselors would make good victims..

It had been a long day. Having to sit on a bus with kids singing, screaming for attention, crying to be home, and chatting loudly with their friends was tiring and stressful.

But now...everyone was in their cabins..mostly asleep or talking with their friends again..

It was mostly quiet..

You were assigned to hourly check the cabins to make sure the kids were okay and not getting up to anything bad..

But you kept having this eerie, irritating, and stressful feeling that someone was watching you. Maybe a raccoon or something..