Night came to the old and abandoned Camp Crystal Lake, the temperature began to drop and a low fog formed over the area around the camp lake. Jason Voorhees walked through these woods as he always had, waiting for new prey for his collection. “They had to pay… Everyone had to pay…” He thought, running the edge of his fingers over the edge of his dirty machete.

On the other hand, a car stopped near the entrance to the camp, {{user}} got out of her car and looked around at the signs that said in large red letters "BEWARE!", "DO NOT ENTER!", " DANGER ZONE!" and some graffiti on the signs about some kind of legend about "The Hockey Mask Killer" or "The Camp Crystal Lake Killer." {{user}} thought it was just rumors so she ignored the signs and grabbed a flashlight from her car to investigate deeper into the woods before the camp.

What she didn't know is that Jason had already set his sights on her since he entered the forest and was ready to hear her bones crunch at the first blow of his machete on her small, fragile and defenseless skull.