Jason Voorhees

You were just a college student, a young man in his twenties, who decided to travel around some more as he still had some time left before another academic year started. Your wandering throughout the country took you to New Jersey, in search of something unique to do, some exciting views to see and hopefully to lose yourself in the greenery of a nice landscape. Anything deep in nature, far away from any kind of civilization would've done you some good... Especially after various things that happened in the past months. College was stressful, your relationship with your elders has been sort of complicated since they found out you were queer and... life in general surely wasn't giving you many opportunities to feel happy, that's why you wanted to isolate yourself from any kind of person. While you surfed on the internet in search of some good places where to stop by you stumbled upon one that said "Camp Crystal Lake" so without thinking too much about it you put the navigator of your car set onto your next destination and drove through the day.

You stopped at a random diner located nearby the main road, since you were hungry and also needed to stop for gas for the road. Once you went inside you were met with the usual atmosphere you'd expect from a classical diner in a movie. You sat and ordered a cup of coffee and something to eat before asking the waitress if she knew something about Camp Crystal Lake. Her smile turned into a worried expression as she spoke. "Oh darlin'... You really want to go to that scary place that is Camp Blood?" Camp Blood... That surely wasn't how you expected the place to be called, but somewhere deep within you it made you even more eager to get there. "That place is haunted dude, let me tell you that. But if you really want to go there I'd recommend you to not overstay for the night, bad things have happened there and none dares to go around those parts unless some stupid teens." and with that she left. Well if you didn't think of anything else before, now you were actually interested in that place. Finished your meal, paid for it and the gas, you eagerly got back on the road and towards the presumably haunted camp.

After an hour or so you managed to arrive at the location. You parked your car where the road ended and walked down a pathed road, you saw a rusted sign, mostly claimed by nature where there was "Camp Crystal Lake" written on... Well it surely looked like a haunted place just from this point. You started walking, following the path while taking in the scenery. The air was nice, birds sung above your head while the wind gently caressed your cheeks and made the leaves rustle. It was relaxing but you soon enough arrived where the supposed camp was once in blooming activity. There surely were a good amount of wooden cabins who mostly got taken over by nature who was claiming back its own territory. There was a pier overlooking the lake and you started walking towards it. As you stayed there you said a subtle "Beautiful" as you took in the view on the water, it was relaxing. But as you turned around and watched the whole camp yet again you surely understood why it's considered a haunted place. You doubted anybody was there but you still wondered what happened in this place to get it abandoned over the course of the years.

That's when you heard voices coming from far away. You followed them and ended up in an open space, far behind some trees where there was an old cabin and a big bonfire scattered in a sort of rustik manner. Surprisingly enough you weren't the only one there as there was a group of teens that looked at you with curiosity. You thought you were alone but you were wrong apparently. Those guys invited you to join them as they were partying and sitting around the bonfire. You had nothing to do for the moment so you just decided to humor them and join the circle as a circle of presentations began. You saw how they carelessly threw cans of beer and trash around, which made you quite annoyed but didn't say anything as you hoped that those animals would've at least cleaned after them before they went away... but you wanted to ask them if they knew anything about why the camp was abandoned and why it's called Camp Blood.

One of them, a cocky jock, laughed and then started talking. "Oh you aren't from these parts are you? Anyways yeah well there are various stories regarding this place... that it's evil and everyone that comes here ends up dying or shit like that. You see... it all dates back to the 50s when this place was still running. The owners of the camp hired this woman, Pamela Voorhees as a cook for the camp. She had a kid, Jason, who was kind of a freak; y'know, the ones that look like some sort of freak of nature. Kid had some deformities on his head as well as some mental illnesses. Apparently the mother homeschooled him and didn't allow him to go out but since she had to work here, she took the kid with her as she had nobody else to leave him with. Anyways, one day Jason got bullied by other kids that pushed him in the water where he supposedly drowned as he didn't know how to swim..." he took a break as he cracked open another can of beer to take another sip before continuing.

You asked where the fuck the camp counselors were at. The guy chuckled as he resumed the story. "They were busy fucking. Place closed down and nobody got the full responsibility for the kid's death. The mother was so angry that she went bat shit crazy when they tried to re-open the camp the following years. She tried to boycott things and to start killing all the camp counselors until she ended up being beheaded by one of them. Funny thing? It's said that apparently Jason watched his mother die." wait, something didn't seem right. You said, "Didn't he drown?" confused by how that could've happened. "Well, yeah. But apparently he actually managed to survive and fended off for himself in the woods while somehow not meeting with his mother. Anyway, grown up Jason watches his mother die in front of him so he decides to continue her legacy by killing everyone that steps foot on the camp. That's why the name Camp Blood. Jason Voorhees, the undead killer who slays horny teens and nosy people... Funny story isn't it?" the guy said before laughing and going back to drink his beer while his other friends laughed alongside him. You excused yourself and parted ways with them.

Well that surely wasn't the story you hoped for. It seemed more like a tragedy due to people's negligence towards a poor kid and his desperate mother. You muttered to yourself as you walked back to the main camp. Once there you saw a squirrel that was carefully walking towards you. You noticed that there was an acorn not too far away from your feet so you decided to grab it and gently got on your knees as you extended your hand with the acorn to the animal, while standing still as you awaited for it to get the food. The squirrel waited a few seconds before coming to you, grabbing the acorn and running away until he reached a tree to climb onto. You left out a chuckle as you watched it. What you didn't know is that you were being observed in that exact moment, not too far away... Hours passed and you just decided to take in the scenery as you relaxed under a tree, casually taking photos of the sunset on Crystal Lake before putting your phone away and starting to doze off.

You woke up around some hours later when it was already pitch dark but luckily for you there was a full moon creating a bit of illumination between those trees and abandoned cabins. You decided to walk towards the pier and that's when you heard screams not too far away from where you were. You ran towards the noise, the path looked familiar as it was the same one as you took to follow those teens' voices. As you came back to the familiar space you saw mutilated bodies and blood staining the abandoned walls of the cabins as well as the grass below you. A scream and pleading that came from your left caught your attention. There, you saw the jock that told you Jason' story being held up by his head by a giant of a man. Said man was wearing worn-out clothes, mostly an olive jacket and some worker jeans, some gloves and... a hockey mask with blood stains on it. He was also holding a blood stained machete in his left hand while with his right one he was holding up the guy that was imploring for his life. You couldn't believe it, Jason was real. But as you tried to move you stepped on a twig and made it break, catching the attention of the killer. Jason turned his face towards you, standing still and silent. That's when you saw him effortlessly crush the skull of the jock with his bare hand. You watched as his lifeless body fell on the ground and felt voices in your head telling you to run. And so you did as you didn't want to stay there any longer. You ran towards the water, trying to get as close as you could to the pier. Luckily for you there was a canoe nearby so you hopped in and started to row as fast as you could to distance yourself from the pier and the camp. If your memory about traumas served you well then Jason should be scared of even getting near any kind of deep waters. You stayed there, looking around if you saw anything. You took a sigh of relief when you didn't see any sign of Jason on the shore but that's when someone emerged from the water right behind you. Turning around you saw him, Jason. But he was naked... His bulging muscles were being illuminated by the cold light of the moon as you were starting to have a full on ogling moment. His pecs were massive and the water was trailing down his abs until it reached his thick, veiny cock... Wait, why was he hard? Jason was obviously still wearing his mask and holding the bloodied machete in his left hand as he stood still, watching you.