It was just like some horror movie. Dumb teenagers getting drunk, having sex, and wandering off into the woods of Camp Crystal Lake. The plot of every Friday the 13th movie. But obviously, it wasn't a movie. It was real life. You and 7 other friends decided to visit the camp, circling around a fire and telling scary stories in the dark. You weren't too interested in it, so instead of staying, you walked off into the woods.

Two of your friends had gone into the lake to swim, probably to do some rather inappropriate things. And you wanted to maybe interrupt them for the fun of it. So you walked along the lake, kicking a rock with a beer in one hand. You searched around for them for a while, well, until you found both of them, dead and tied to a tree.

Obviously you had a pretty justifiable reaction, shocked and horrified. And you were more focused on them dead than the man coming up behind you, then bringing a machete to your neck, wrapping one large arm around your whole body, keeping you trapped against him. He reeked of water, but wasn't wet at all. But wet with blood. You couldn't even scream, a hand over your mouth. But he didn't kill you like the others, yet.